"Hey." "You." "Boy with curly hair." "Hi." "I'll poke you." He raised an eyebrow at that last one. "I'll do it." I threatened, raising and wiggling a finger. Slowly I moved it toward his tan flesh. When my finger was mere inches away from his body, he grabbed my finger and held it in front of his face. I made an 'O' shape with my mouth before bursting into a fit of laughter. ------ Isabella is an FBI undercover operative, one of the best due to her to tortured past. Though there's a hole in her heart, she covers it up with her bubbly personality and quirky attitude as best she can. Struggling to survive a vicious love triangle, Isabelle deals with betrayal, love, heartbreak, and lots of puns.
Everyone cheered for him as he walked through the crowded room, a blank expression on his perfectly chiseled face. He didn't bother to look at anyone, practically ignoring the standing ovation he was receiving. His hands were tucked into the front pockets of his black pants and he slouched as he strode forward. It was as if he lived in his own little world, away from the rest of us.
That was the thing about Grayson, he never really payed much attention to anything as I've been told, but when he did, it was either important or naked. People said the only thing he cared about was his job and I was inclined to agree. Whatever he lacked in social skills, he made up for in his abilities. No one was as agile as Grayson, no one was as fast as Grayson, no one could aim a gun like Grayson, and no one could make anyone feel as small as Grayson did.
Or so I've been told.
Grayson had been on a secret operation in France, infiltrating a mob that had integrated from Russia, he'd been gone fifteen months without outside contact. His assignment was to bring in the mob boss' right hand man, but Grayson being the outstanding agent that he was, decided he wanted to bring down the entire organization. License plates, social security numbers, previous credit card payments, all of their dealings, all in a file placed on Ivan's desk this morning without flaw.
What about me? I arrived twelve months ago from the CIA in America, now I'm working classified investigations for the FBI in Canada. I've never met Grayson, but the girls here can't seem to stop talking about him.
Oh, did you hear about how Grayson mutilated that Spanish drug dealer last year?
My personal favourite is when he shot Bruno Mars in the shoulder to save his life!
Yeah, okay Tiffany.
Finally, I'll get to meet this Grayson guy in person.
Grayson exited the concrete room through a wooden door on the other side, leaving the rest of us in silence. Everyone seemed used to this because they simply walked back to a different room to continue their training of sorts.
Behind that wooden door was Ivan's office and I was yearning to know what was happening behind that door, but I refrained from acting on that thought and simply walked out of the other door.
I walked through the now familiar halls of the FBI operatives building and found my way into the training room. There were punching bags, barbells, all sorts of draining equipment, all for us. I smiled as I spotted Tyler in the corner of the room, doing chin ups on a bar. I made my way through the nearly empty room, my eyes focused on Tyler.
His eyes were closed, as if he was concentrating on the movements of his toned muscles as he lifted himself over the bar repeatedly.
"I still can't do those." I commented one I was nearly in front of him. His eyes opened and he dropped from the bar gracefully. "How many?"
"I lost count at fifty." Tyler said with a smirk, running a hand through his gelled blonde hair.
"Cocky much?" I asked, giving him a hug. "I missed you."
Did I forget to mention that Tyler just got back from Cambodia? Not even for a mission, he just wanted to help take care of the sick children. I really wanted to go with him, but Ivan sent me on a mission just as he was leaving. Plus, the mission was child's play.
"I missed you too." He replied, his voice muffled by my hair as he returned the hug. I broke away quickly, wiping my hands on my pants.
"Gosh, you're so sweaty!" I exclaimed, making a disgusted face.
"What'd you think I'd be? Aside from hot, of course." Tyler smiled, flexing his muscles and kissing one of them. I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot, because he was, but agreeing with him would only inflate his giant ego.
"Yeah? Well I'm cool." I said awkwardly, wondering where I was going with this. "Cooler than an iceberg..."
"You know the icebergs are melting, right?" He stated as a matter of factly, looking my dead in the eye.
"Wow, way to make it depressing AF." I said, crossing my arms. "Did I just say 'AF' out loud?"
Tyler nodded, pursing his lips. "Oh dear lord." Suddenly Tyler engulfed me in another hug, rubbing his sweat all over me.
"I missed you so much, Izzy." Tyler said, lifting me up for a few seconds.
"I missed you too, silly." I laughed as he put me down. Before I'd even taken a breath, Tyler captured my lips with his. The kiss was one of longing, making it almost desperate. I hadn't expected it, but I wasn't hating it either. I kissed him back, my hands flying to his hair.
Someone cleared their throat from behind us. We broke apart instantly, well, I did. Tyler was still trying to kiss me as I jumped back, nearly falling over. There stood Ivan, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Sir." I greeted him respectfully, blushing like crazy. I've never been one for PDA.
"I have some information for you." Ivan said, motioning for me to walk with him. I turned to Tyler and threw him an apologetic look before giving him a small wave goodbye. He returned it with a sad smile on his face.
"Happy eight month anniversary babe." He whispered before going back to the chin up bar. As I walked away, I smiled at him.
"You have a roommate." Ivan stated out of the blue.
"I do?" I questioned, curiously looking at him.
"Yes. I've arranged for Grayson to live in your dorm for a while. We gave his to someone else while he was gone because we thought he had gone cold. Therefore, he has to stay with you. You're one of the only experienced agents who doesn't have a partner."
"So... He'll be my partner in solving crimes?" I tried not to laugh at my own joke so I accidentally snorted trying to hold it in. My eyes widened and I covered my mouth I'm mortification. It was a good joke though.
Ivan just ignored me and walked away. I started to laugh a little bit as I headed back to my room. That was a great joke.
I made my way to my room, opening the door when I got there. Grayson was sitting on the couch, watching the soccer game. "Hey roomie!" I exclaimed, waving excitedly.
Grayson just looked at me before standing up and headed to the spare room, completely ignoring me.
Nice to meet you too, sir!
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Okay so I'm redoing this book, forget what you've read :O
Anyone going on vacation? - I'm still in Cuba, so...
"Stop being so scary, it's not attractive." "Yeah, okay, whatever you have to tell yourself." ---------- Casey Hall is a simple girl, leading a simple life. That is until Jeremy Storm takes an interest in her dimples, button nose, and 'cute ass'. Jeremy Storm is the type of guy that girl's like Casey Hall don't talk to. He's popular, athletic, and honestly too attractive to be real. When Casey's and Jeremy's paths cross because of the locker room pact, their lives become intertwined and they're both in for one hell of a ride. ----------- "The locker room list shall never be told to any female, otherwise every male in this holy room will have to deny the truth and shame the traitor." "Yeah, yeah, and cut off your testicles or whatever, just don't do it."
Gabriel is no ordinary guy; far from it. Having a demon for a father, and a now fallen angel for a mother is bound to have its issues. Gabriel has the overwhelming urge to do bad things, so using his inexplicable powers, he sets abandoned buildings alight. It's all a fun and games, a perfect way to burn stress, until one night he burns Mary's shed - with her inside. Oh, and of course a love triangle. ---- Amazing cover creds to: @SassySatanX
"A-Are you an alien?" One of the boys questioned tentatively. "Not that I know of." I cracked a small tentative smile. The boy who hadn't said anything, returned my smile with one of his own, then proceeded to turn to the others. "I don't know about you guys, but I sure as hell don't want her for an enemy." He laughed, approaching me with something that resembled excitement. "What do you say? Allies?" He stuck out his hand to me. I reached out my hand hesitantly. "Allies," I murmured while cautiously shaking his hand. -- Sunny Callaghan isn't like anyone else. Then again, being a test tube baby does that to you. When her 'parents' smuggled her out of the laboratory at the age of seven, they never planned for an alien invasion in their ten-year-plan. As Sunny races across the country to stop the aliens, she meets friends, foes, and just straight up bad people. Follow along on her journey to save Earth and the people she loves. Heads up: I've never tried writing a story like this, so here goes nothing.
"You're crazy." "Sweetheart, crazy's my middle name." ------ Daredevil; a reckless person who enjoys doing dangerous things. Darren 'Crazy' Carson is a daredevil in every sense of the word. He's never turned down a dare, never chickened out, and he's never, EVER, given a shit. Not until he met Faith Evermore at least. Faith Evermore was just a normal girl until she receives a secret invitation to a very exclusive club. An invitation that will change Faith and Darren's lives forever. Dares, Challenges, and Heartbreak come barrelling towards these two as they meet, and their lives will forever be changed. AMAZING COVER CREDS TO @sassySatanX
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.