Undercover Life Novels & Stories

His focus was sharp, eyes scanning the financial reports on his tablet, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a meticulously manicured estate stretched out into the distance. "Boss, are you really going through with this? Staying at the branch office and pretending to be a low-level clerk?" Kevin, his private manager, asked with a skeptical frown. "Of course. Undercover work is exhilarating! Besides, I haven't caught the 'rat' who’s been stealing from that place yet," Dominic replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Is this purely the work of corrupt subordinates, or is it a scheme by... him?" "You mean your half-brother, Mr. Axel?"

I knew it was perfect timing and so I seized the moment and rushed over to her, then took the gun from her. I seized her neck, having the gun firmly pointing to her temples. “I think I am the one who needs an explanation here. You are actually undercover for the FBI and you led me on all the while. And that was why you hid even your real name Mia, from me? You thought I wouldn't find out, huh? Do you know that this can be your last day on earth, you dare to surrender me with a gun? You know no woman has ever tried that but you think that you had the guts to, right?”

Louis, trying to earn a reduced sentence, sold her out from prison. He handed over a detailed file, documenting years of her abusing power as the director and dean. She covered up medical accidents, falsified academic research, and even helped build illegal profit networks. He gave the evidence not only to the police but also leaked it to the media through his family. The public discourse exploded overnight. Anastasia went from a pitiful victim deceived by her lover to a full-blown scandal at the heart of the medical system. His family didn't stop there. They spread rumors online, claiming that Margot had known about Anastasia's affair with him all along and had used it to blackmail him for

Hardin's eyes hardened, as Sia's breath hitched. “ There are many things you don't know about them. The things they do behind your back. ” Hardin leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose and Sia found herself unable to think about anything. “ What - What things? ” A whisper left her mouth in trance. “ Like how John bribed a company to get a tender. About how Lara caused an accident killing a person and they all covered it up by giving money to the deceased family. ” Hardin chuckled out, as Sia felt her heart drowning with each word he was uttering.

When he sat, the poor excuse of a shirt he wore rode up, exposing his creamy thighs and cut pink boxers. Ever since I found out he swung the other way, he felt like he was now free to do whatever the hell he wanted. He didn't hide it from me whenever we're alone. For class, he always dressed moderately, telling me, even when I didn't ask, that he only did that in case his dad visited him in school unannounced or sent a spy, not knowing I was one. I was only different from the normal spy because I kept just one information from his father. I told him about the others, like the people he interacts with and what he does in class. He wasn't dating, so there was nothing to report back to in that

"Peralta and I will brief them in detail, although the incident didn't last that long. But if we caught someone's interest already and they did something this bold, no telling what will happen next." "True. I've got to find a way to get in touch with the fake Ferrens and put them on alert without warning anyone they're with what I'm doing. " "Well. Good luck with that." Si snorted. "Thanks." After he disconnected the call, he sat there for a moment, thinking. He had to warn Max and Regan that their cover might be blown without tipping off the people they were with. Then he had to figure out how to get support into the area so they had backup, without anyone knowing about it. And then he had

It would probably be like a minivacation. I wore a floral skirt which reached just above my knees and a yellow flannel shirt, a rather absurd combination, but I could pull it off like a boss. I took a deep breath as I combed my blonde hair which appeared almost golden in sunlight. My hair was thick and gorgeous, well taken care of by my hair stylists. It felt nice to get rid of the hideous wig and to show my true self to all of my friends. The maids were explaining to Anne, Marya and Ginger about my disguise, so that when I showed them my true self, they wouldn't freak out like Noah. I didn't blame Noah because it was a lot to take in. Obviously, the maids left the part of why I was in disgu

Mel was beginning to feel the effects of the bourbon. "We're not the military, Mel," Stuart's tone was completely devoid of any humor. "There is no ‘don't ask, don't tell’ policy in U.N.C.L.E., and the agency doesn't discriminate." "Which is why, if you noticed, there is no silhouette of a man on the insignia." Don picked up his card and returned it to his jacket pocket. "You're right, Ms. Tyler, Stuart is a movie critic, which gives him an excellent cover identity so he can travel incognito to all parts of the world on assignment while he's also writing reviews."

“You like it?” “I love it.” She replied and sat. He walked to the other end of the small table and sat opposite her. “Your dress is… distracting.” He said, meaning it to be a compliment. She laughed and got up, spinning around and striking poses so he could see. He swallowed. “Thank you.” She sat back down. “I had to wear this for work.” He uncorked a bottle of wine and poured them a glass each. “For work?” “Undercover work actually.” She smirked at him. “I went to a club.”