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Alyssa falls in love with the villains of Frankincense City; 4 hot super soldiers infamously known as STRIKE | Dystopia | Scifi | Erotica | 18+ | RH Terribly good things await Alyssa when she lands a job as a spy. Even if infiltrating the Black Lair Clubhouse to steal a ring from the Lord of the Underworld is risky business. Three women have already lost their lives attempting such a feat but Alyssa is determined she will be the first to survive. There is just one problem. Dale has three close, notoriously dangerous men that protect him at all times. Imposing, armed and highly intelligent, the four gangsters together, are known as STRIKE. They lead the Gang of Shadows; where Misfits with mutated Gifts awarded by a Dooms Day now a century past, rebel against the Government in Frankincense City [FC]. Will Alyssa complete her mission for the government organisation who hired her... or will she take the other positively evil alternative? Because, STRIKE might just have a better place for The Diamond Spy. That is, if she is partial to the idea of being shared by the four evil villains of FC, who all have the worst kind of intentions.

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C. Swallow
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Chapter 1: Temptation

I wake up with my head spinning. I roll out of bed and I hit the floor, throwing up my guts into the bucket just next to my bedside table.

It was the vaccine handed out by the government making me feel woozy and dizzy. After emptying my guts, my hands search the floor for my clothes as I usually slept naked to reduce the number of outfits I ruined with my sharp as all hell nails and hair. Soft fabric meets my trembling palms and I pull up the already half shredded black pants in a swift jerk. I find my broken over sized blue shirt and chuck that on too.

Groaning, I stand up and wisp my tawny hair over my shoulders as I stumble to the mirror.

I smile at myself in the reflection, smugly. I give myself a wink.

鈥淵ou did it,鈥 I speak to myself, 鈥淵ou landed yourself a job, give yourself a pat on the back鈥 carefully,鈥 I chuckle as I do just that.

My morning daze only lasts so long before I鈥檓 in a rush to get out of my oh so accommodating bedroom. It was a small, tiny box. After my parents kicked me out, I was at least eligible for government care.

Heh. Well, I was only eligible if I had no where else to go. Since most of my relatives were all dead 鈥 um, yeah鈥 I had no where else to go. And, of course, as long as I took the SD vaccine every night and trialled jobs until I found a permanent position 鈥 I could stay here.

I open the only window I have, about the size of my hand and I breathe in the burnt air from the forever dark clouded city.

Mmmm, yes, Frankincense City - FC for short. Or Frank. Whatever you preferred.

It was the only city in the New World 鈥 that was from the Old World.

Old World as in before the earth was bombed with Spanky Dust. Yes, Spanky Dust.

It gave people powers. Only problem was 鈥 it killed 85% of those who came into contact with it.

15% survived.

Those who weren鈥檛 caught in Spanky Dust stayed out of Frankincense. Those who were touched by it and survived, lived here.

Why Frankincense City? Well, it stunk here, usually of burning chemicals, burning buildings, and, wait for it鈥 people who harboured the power to seep gas at will. There was a surprising amount of people who could do that. Not to mention, according to the rest of the world, we were all Frankensteins. Sometimes people didn鈥檛 mutate powers, sometimes they mutated extra body parts. Imagine having two assholes and taking two shits?

Frankincense was the perfect name.

Who really cared, anyway? None of the one million people living here had anywhere else to go. It didn鈥檛 matter what the city was called.

We were permanently stuck here, until one of the vaccines actually worked and cured us. So far 3 different vaccines had failed.

This was the 4th attempt at curing everyone. Most people just refused to take it now. Although if you openly refused you were at danger of being labelled a Misfit. Most people pretended to take it, just for legal checks.

No one wanted to be formally known as a Misfit. They weren鈥檛 just seen as a rebel 鈥 but an incurable, disgusting rat. If you refused to try and change, the government made a damn good point on how you were sacrificing the planet.

Already, pregnancy was rare. Even amongst the 鈥榟ealthy鈥 and rich who lived on the other side of the world. The world was damned. Everywhere you searched, scare campaigns terrified children, broke families, dashed hope.

Where I happened to land a job was damn lucky. The Five Reds were famous for being the very group that would save humanity.

First they were going to save Frank City. Then they were going to save the world.

At least the Government was attempting to fix things. The one group holding us back were a bunch of thugs called the Gang of Shadows. They were led by evil masterminds who assassinated government officials, dealt in drugs and labs to recreate Spanky Dust and built bombs to ruin the only untouched parts of the planet.

鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to be famous, Alyssa,鈥 I murmur to myself while wrapping up my lunch I鈥檇 take with me. I quickly follow that with a shower, which is opposite the bed. I get dressed in my work clothes, once again carefully and by that stage鈥

鈥鈥檓 running late.

And I鈥檓 running out the door.

Red Headquarters. The coolest place on Earth. Ahem 鈥 at least in Frank City. It was a glorious, modern building, opposite a green park. Green was cool because anything green was rare these days.

鈥淲e have most rogue plans, operations and undercover spies handled. All the Gang of Shadow鈥檚 鈥榣ittle people鈥 are done and dusted after you five have been roaming and protecting the city,鈥 Professor Hedgy claps his hands together in front of him while his fat lump of a stomach lies on the table before him.

鈥淥f course we do,鈥 Captain James was all eyebrows as far as I was concerned. He wasn鈥檛 the most interesting person. Typically handsome man with鈥 no personality. Besides his super strength which gave him the label; James the Brains.

It was funny. He wasn鈥檛 the brains at all. Professor Hedgy was.

Ok, you have to get used to the humour here. Sometimes people in Frank City called you what you weren鈥檛. Everything else about FC was backwards anyway.

Except, of course, the perfect shiny table we were all crowded around. Twenty of the Five Red鈥檚 best were constantly surrounding this damn perfectly polished table. Marble too.

I can鈥檛 help myself, I zone out of the briefing and reach out a hand to tap a nail on the table top. I do a small tap, and a scratch appears. I do a harder tap and 鈥 crack.

鈥淢iss Alyssa O鈥橞rien 鈥!鈥 Ah, oh, Prof. Hedgy.

鈥淪orry!鈥 I squeak out and put my hand behind my back, clasping my other wrist, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry.鈥

鈥淐an you please confirm your status on your first infiltration?鈥 he asks, choosing to ignore my damage of their perfect meeting table.

I even spot a serious eye-roll from Captain James the Brains himself. I blush, even though he isn鈥檛 my type and I shouldn鈥檛 care what he thinks.

鈥淚 got in successfully and retrieved the documents with the addresses of the ring leaders鈥 of the鈥 um鈥 thugs,鈥 I wasn鈥檛 usually one to trip on my words, but I was nervous with so many eyes on me.

鈥淚 wanted to congratulate you on your success,鈥 Prof. Hedgy grins, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e being promoted to The Diamond Spy鈥 you know why?鈥

Oh my gosh, that rhyme was cringe worthy.

鈥淲hy?鈥 I ask, smiling awkwardly when he doesn鈥檛 answer straight away.

鈥淲ell, I spoke too soon. I just thought I鈥檇 give you some incentive not to fail your next assignment. You鈥檙e being promoted after you 鈥 if you, get in and get out of the Black Lair successfully, stealing Dale鈥檚 golden ring with the green emerald.鈥

I gape, speechless.

Um... shit.

Everyone is already avoiding my gaze.

Because I was just sentenced to a suicide mission.

Everyone had joked about it before, when I started two days ago. They all told me I was lucky to be in such a low position. A spy like myself would not be asked to complete dangerous missions. We were usually handed smaller assignments and tasks deemed low-risk.

Prof. Hedgy also ignores my gaping jaw and continues with his little presentation.

鈥淭his is an image of Dale, it鈥檚 one of the only ones we have鈥︹ he is looking towards the screen, where-by I was completely ignoring anything but my level of shock at that point.

However, my adrenaline is soon accompanied with a nervous gut as I glance at the image of Dale they have presented on the screen.

He is in the shadows, with dark coloured hair, leaning on a counter. His hand is in a woman鈥檚 tawny hair, like mine. He is pulling this woman鈥檚 hair tightly back, looking down on her face with utter calm and superiority.

After Prof. Hedgy explains more details 鈥 stuff I already knew from the whispers that went around 鈥揑 only have one question.

鈥淯m... may I ask... why me?鈥 I question, utterly confused.

鈥淚 have to remind you, you signed a contract and you鈥檙e liable to complete the mission or face incarceration鈥 do you remember, Miss Alyssa O鈥橞rien? You are obliged to 鈥撯

鈥淚 know. But why me?鈥 I ask again, annoyed he won鈥檛 get to the point.

鈥淭he last lot of infiltrators have been killed on the property either by his hand or someone else鈥檚鈥 we believe you have a better chance. You鈥檙e his 鈥榯ype鈥欌 he is known to be quite interested in the BDSM lifestyle and all his Submissives鈥 look like you鈥 for lack of a better explanation. Don鈥檛 look at me like that, Alyssa, you wanted an answer. Now you have one,鈥 Prof. Hedgy gives me a fake smile and then is instantly busy talking to the other members of the Five Reds.

A woman shoves me papers, staying out of harm鈥檚 way.

No one looks at me when I glance up, no one comforts me. All I see are my papers strewn across the table.

I pick them up, very tentatively while licking my dry lips.

It wasn鈥檛 so bad.

If I died, at least Dale was the most attractive face I鈥檇 ever see in my life, before I faced my death.

And if I survived? I鈥檇 have a cool nickname.

The Diamond Spy.

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