At Deceptive High, secrets are currency, trust is dangerous, and survival is not guaranteed.
Dion and Lanelle are twins excited about the summer before high school. The most stressful thing on their plates are Lanelle figuring out which protective style to wear next and Dion keeping all of his girls straight. One night their parents drop a bomb on them. They have to trade in high school for boarding school. Even though Dion thinks it might be cool Lanelle is convinced it is the end of the world. But wait, the surprises don’t stop there.Not only are they going to boarding school, but Douglas High is a high school for spies in training. And, it’s the same high school their parents went to. Yes, their parents are spies!! Lanelle has a lot on her mind and is too overwhelmed to think straight let alone maneuver this new world she’s been thrown into. With new powers comes new enemies and a whole new set of rules. Will the twins survive life at Deceptive High?
Spied: A Deceptive High Novel is perfect for readers who love a blend of high school drama, mystery, and a touch of magic. If you’re a fan of stories like Pretty Little Liars or The Inheritance Games, where secrets and twists keep you hooked, this book is for you. It’s ideal for teens and young adults who enjoy strong sibling dynamics, clever plots, and characters navigating both magical and real-world challenges. With a mix of humor, suspense, and enchanting discoveries, Spied offers an exciting escape for anyone who loves stories full of deception, danger, and adventure!
- Exciting Escapism – Dive into a world of high school drama, magic, and mystery, offering a thrilling break from reality.
- Relatable Characters – Follow twins who discover their hidden powers, facing challenges and secrets that test their bond and courage.
- Twists and Suspense – Enjoy a page-turning adventure filled with unexpected revelations, hidden agendas, and magical surprises to keep you guessing.
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Janelle and Duante went over to the dry bar and got a soda. Darius and Shanelle were still on the dance floor going.
“How do they have more stamina than us?” Duante asked.
Janelle laughed and opened her mouth to respond when she saw Monica and Derek headed her way. She quickly snapped it shut.
Monica was dressed in a wedding dress with blood dripping down it and Derek was a pirate.
Monica smiled wide. “Hey Sparks. This is a great thing you did for your kids. It’s almost like everyone here is here for them and not just because it’s a party with free food.”
Derek grabbed her arm and squeezed.
“And your costume is cute. Who are you, the black Wonder Woman?”
Derek squeezed her arm harder and she failed at trying to yank it away.
“Duante, you must be. Hmm I don’t know. Dressed tacky maybe.”
Janelle smiled. “Poor thing. I know you have been struggling all these years without anyone to hate on. It must have been hard on you, Duante and I leaving and settling down, having a family. I’ll give you that pass. You are looking at Nu’Bia and Prince Akeem.”
“From Coming to America,” Derek said with a smirk.
Duante nodded his head.
“I don’t even know who they are,” Monica sniffed. “You were too poor to get good costumes.”
“No Monica, that just means you’re uncultured.” Janelle snapped.
Suddenly Lanelle and Dion popped up. Lanelle glared at Monica.
“Ms. Michaelson, have the drug tests come back yet? It’s been a couple weeks and we haven’t heard anything.”
Monica looked at her. “Um, yes they have.”
“Oh, they must have come back negative. That’s why we didn’t hear about them.” Lanelle replied.
Monica smiled and before she could respond, Dion spoke up. “Naw, we don’t want that smile. Keep that same energy you had talking to my parents. Or that same energy you had taken to Benjamin behind the gym. Or that same energy you had telling Booker and Imani to spy on us.”
Janelle stepped within inches of Monica. “And when I ruin your career with my thank you speech for fucking with kids, bring that same energy.”
Monica squinted her eyes and squared her shoulders.
“Now ladies, whatever this, now it is not the place or time,” Shanelle shouted, her accent floating through the group of people.
“You better remember who she is stepping to like that,” Dion said.
“Lanelle, Dion, go join your friends and enjoy your party.”
They knew it wasn’t a request, it was a demand. With one last look at Monica and Derek, they turned and headed back to the dance floor.
“You won’t get to say that speech. I’ll prove you cheated, and I’ll prove your kids are cheating. There is no way you could have been that good. I deserve this award, not you.”
Janelle smiled. “See you next month Monica.” She winked and walked away.
Monica went to follow but Duante’s glare stopped her in her tracks.
She was mad, but not stupid. She did remember who they were and how good they were. It was time for her to start playing dirty.
“I’m done Monica,” Derek said.
Monica snapped her gaze towards him.
“I told you if the drug tests didn’t work, I was done. I’m done with the wild goose chase, plus my relationship with my son is broken.”
“Pssh, you don’t care about that boy. You left him in foster care for 15 years,” Monica spat.
Derek jerked back with the slap of her words. He slowly nodded his head. “Enjoy the party Monica.”
“I don’t need you. I don’t need Jason. I will stop her from getting that award by my damn self.”
Kids walking past started looking at Monica and she realized where she was. Straightening her shoulders, she headed back into the crowd. They would not run her out. She was Monica Michaelson dammit, she was this damn company.
I’m a book-obsessed wordsmith who’s happiest with a cup of coffee in one hand and a keyboard in the other. Writing is my love language, and I split my creative energies between two identities: as Sheyanne Warren, I craft fantastical worlds full of magic and adventure for YA readers; as Ashley Johnson, I dive deep into gritty mysteries and spine-tingling paranormal tales. When I’m not weaving stories, you’ll find me lost in a good book, plotting my next twist, or pretending I’m not adding yet another novel to my TBR pile. Let’s get lost in the stories together!”
