Bubble Guppies Police Novels & Stories

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

“Given his military background and his wife’s murder of Frank Geary, police were concerned that GIS was some kind of vigilante organization, so the FBI was informed. There was a cursory investigation that yielded no evidence to support any wrongdoing and was quickly dropped.” Suddenly Detective Harrison pushed through the last of the fecund overgrowth and moved into a clearing where bright fingers of sun shone through the canopy of trees. Illuminated by the rays, the ghost orchid floated there, white and quivering, where it had been waiting all along. * * *

Zach glanced at Vincent to reprimand him, yet he didn't care. "You guys just finished the debate outside. When are you going to arrest Brandon Meadow? Who ordered him?" said Zach, continuing the topic of conversation. "The police can't do it yet. The evidence is not eligible ye, and we are preparing a sterile place to interrogate him," Mike answered firmly. "So what if it's at the police station?" Vincent said he was starting to get curious. "You are right about the accusations that some police officers are vampires. One of my friends in the police department discovered that some officers had off-duty work contracts with a company that I suspect was Horus. Most likely, they work for Horus."

Everyone were gaping their mouth at it, then the crowd started to chant and clapping and shouting, celebrating the arrival of Floris City. It was a jubilant celebrations all across the Shark City, both locals and the Foreigners felt bless by the arrival of the Floris City. Celebrations were all over the place, people cheering and dancing in the streets, at the same time, all the Police officers were also deployed to the streets to monitor the situations. “..Wow!..Boy..we that is our cue..Bernard!..here’s the pay!!…..fuck!.. boys it was VP!!..Run!!..now!!..”. (Major Xing)

With the disappearance of the Mayor's daughter Tala around that area, Bayani had sent three officers to accompany them and also to resume the investigation of the people who were rumored to disappear by the river. The fishermen had their boats in the waters and were preparing their nets and baits ready. But they soon discovered that they needed no baits to lore the monster. Four lion seal-looking bangkas were more than enough. Adding the scent of a whole lot of blood dripping from the fresh bait, and the splashing caused by the nets just ensured that it swam out faster.

So they had no option but to follow us to Jameson Ashford's colony, the Alpha of the Bayview Silver pack. Officer Gia knocked at the door. Orion answered. His eyes narrowed when he saw us "The po… police?" They wouldn't have known the police were here because the sirens on the police vehicles weren't turned on. Gia smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's the police. You aren't dreaming. Where's Alpha Jameson?" "He's inside. Dad!" Orion yelled, still blocking the door. Alpha Jameson comes rushing out while Orion stepped aside for him to make his way through.

Gerald said, leading me inside. It was a little after 3am, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. Once the sun came up, I threw on some clothes and walked out of my room. Thankfully, Gerald was already up too. His shiny eyes indicated that he hadn’t slept either. We went to the Hudson Yards police station. But upon arrival, we received a shocker. One of the policemen stared at the computer screen for a long time before saying, “I’m sorry, but there’s no record of such a case or suspect in our system.”

The bullpen’s whispers followed, their eyes burning, but I strode past, my boots steady, my heart alight with the game. That night, the pier stretched into the black water, its wooden planks slick with mist, the air thick with fish and diesel, the cranes looming like silent giants. I wore a black hoodie, my Glock concealed, my recorder live, broadcasting to the FBI. It was crazy how I didn’t inform them that Ryan was the one they would be arresting tonight.

She stood up there,surprised and more uncertain than ever. The loud voice of the police startled everyone, including Nicholas and Daisy. Looking at the sudden guests who interrupted their battle, three street punks (it is better to call them criminals) found that there were almost 4 or 5 policemen coming towards their direction. Immediately fear started to crawl inside them. They started to step back, recognising the policeman as they were quite popular in the local police station for their numerous achievements and they were quite popular guests of the police station. But before they could escape, some policemen arrested them and locked their hands.

Gallus sank deeper under the sails, tentacles shifting, water still pulsing up the steps like it had been trained. — Down in the museum’s prep room, the air smelled of ethanol, dust, and damp rain sneaking through vents. A city map lay taped across a stainless bench between a Diprotodon skull and a tray of flares. Blades dried on rags that used to be lab coats. No one wanted speeches. They needed names—or close enough. Gabe set both palms on the bench. The fluorescents hummed. “Gabe Mitchell,” he said. “Police. Senior Detective. Father of one. This is my wife—Brooke.”