Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Tragic Love at mga Nobela ng Police na may Detective

My husband, who was a drug enforcement police officer, personally got me into rehab. My son was cheering on the side, saying that he no longer had to see me under the influence for a long time. After I was discharged, I discovered my husband moved in with his lover and our son. I begged him to come back and told him that someone would kill me. He did not believe me. Instead, he said coldly, “If you die, you better end up in a trash can. Otherwise, I’d have to deal with your body.” My son cheered at the side. “Mommy is finally gone!” After a week, I was dismembered. My body parts were found in multiple trash cans. He was the police in charge of the case.

During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered. One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet. Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop. The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer. With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases. Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped, I opened my eyes. The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in. The agents were stunned. "Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?" My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips. "That's right." "Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move." "Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?"

Yvonne Sawyer had fallen for a sweet, innocent college guy. Everyone in Kingsport was waiting to see Jaxon Wilder get humiliated. Someone purposely asked, “Ms. Sawyer, you used to be so in love with Mr. Wilder that you nearly turned against your own family for him. How come you’re moving on to someone else?” Yvonne swirled the whiskey in her glass and gave a cold smile. “In love? He was nothing but my boy toy. I’ve had enough of him after all this time. Just looking at him annoys me.” Jaxon was on one knee as he helped a customer try on a new pair of shoes. Eventually, the rumors reached him. His fingers froze for a moment, and his jaw tightened slightly. But he kept smiling. The customer looked around to make sure they were alone before lowering his voice. “Officer Wilder, you’ve been undercover with Yvonne for two years, and you still haven’t found anything. She’s not in love with you anymore; why not walk away and return to the force?” The last trace of emotion in Jaxon’s eyes disappeared. He replied calmly, “There’s no rush. Her new relationship might be the breakthrough I need.”