Novel & Cerita Washington's Spies Book Review

one spy exclaimed, their voice filled with awe. "Indeed," another spy replied, their voice tinged with intrigue. "These secrets could change the course of history." They pored over the book for hours, piecing together fragments of information, connecting the dots between seemingly unrelated events. The book's revelations offered glimpses into the hidden motives and machinations that governed Xavier's kingdom. "Look at this," a spy whispered, pointing to a passage. "It seems there is a covert council that wields great influence over the kingdom's affairs."

That was the last straw for Rachel. So, from the moment Tracy walked into the company, everything had been part of Rachel's plan. And later, as they lured Colin into signing that contract, I became a piece in the puzzle. Everything that had happened at home had been a setup. Colin had installed security cameras at my place, so the sisters had been putting up a show for him, trying to make it look like there was some voodoo stuff going on. I had fallen for it too, since I had personally experienced all those things.

Names unconfirmed at time of writing. I stopped reading. Stared at the page. Read it again. Slower this time. Like maybe I had misread something. Like maybe the words were going to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense if I gave them enough time. They didn't. *Wait.* *They....they were spies??* My parents. *Professional intelligence gatherers.* *No loyalty. No allegiance.* *Sale of collected intelligence to highest bidder.* No. Something in my chest pushed back hard. No this isn't..

“Please. I have a father. He is sick. I am all he has. Please.” The water reached my ribs. Washington watched from above with his arms crossed. I stopped trying to climb. The water reached my shoulders. I tilted my head back. The rectangle of dark sky above me. Washington’s silhouette. The captain beside him. Stars somewhere beyond both of them. My legs could not feel the bottom of the pit anymore. “She is not going to talk,” the captain said from above. Washington was quiet for a moment. “She does not have to,” he said. “A good spy never does.” He looked down at me. “I will find what I need another way. But I cannot have her going anywhere.”

Jackson laughs before he does just that where we all start to crack up as my dad pretends to drag Jackson away. My mum walks over and takes my hand in hers smiling, just from the look I knew she was telling me how proud she was. Neither of us good with words, but her look said a thousand of them. But I have to say, it has been hard, but things are finally how they’re supposed to be. But what else did I expect when I learnt how I was, The Spies Daughter? ~The End~

Matteo swiped to Zia’s picture. Elias’s fear was clear from the way his shoulders heaved. “She’s Leona Sarkis. She—” “Zia Di Falco.” Elias didn’t speak and Matteo warned, “You better choose your words cautiously because I know more than you think I do. You might think you’re clever enough to keep recordings of every fucked up thing you’ve done, but they’ve proved to be a bane for you.” He shoved the phone over Elias’s face. “You met her nine years ago. You offered her money to work for you as a spy. Am I wrong?”

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

The powder keg ticked louder, betrayal's fuse burning short. In a dimly lit office across the Potomac, the spy reviewed the transcript, smirking. 'Harlan's whore and his brother—perfect leverage.' The file encrypted and sent upward, chains of command lighting up. International fury brewed, the safe house's passion the unwitting detonator. ***