Detective Kim Novels & Stories

Love doesn’t matter. Not his. Not even Robert’s. What matters now is the mission. The truth. Justice. Revenge. I picked up my phone and dialed Kim, my secretary back in Canada. She answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “I need a favor,” I said, moving to the window that overlooked the main gate. “Of course,” she replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.” That’s the thing about Kim. She’s more than my secretary. She’s lived through worse than I have. Escaped worse. Once the right hand of a feared mafia boss in her country. She knows how to disappear people. And how to find them too.

“Is there anyone else you could contact?” Rose nodded and punched in another number. “Hello?” Kimi’s voice came through the speaker. Rose burst into tears. “Oh, Kimi. I’m at the police station. I killed Matty, and a detective wants to lock me up because he’s terrified of your uncle, who is pissed and wanting to prosecute me. . . .” “Woah, there. You killed Matty?” Kimi asked with a shocked tone.

He never thought he would ever be able to pull the trigger on such an old man, but they left him with no option. He couldn't begin to imagine what Kim must have gone through in their hands. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that the old man, who was lying on the ground dead, must have tried to force himself on Kim. "Oh! My Kim, I wonder what state you're in right now," he cried. He waited for almost thirty minutes before the private investigator called him again and said, "Well, your Kim seems to have been really busy. She apparently took a bus back to the location she came from, and minutes later, she came out from that same location and took a bus again.

I have never seen a woman before, but the man. Cheol signaled them to come nearer. "Yoo-Mi, are you okay to talk to the police?" "Yes." the word smeared itself across my tongue, the road exploding in my veins remembering what happened to Jeonghan. I felt grandma pull Honey away from my hold, and they entered inside her room beside the stairs. "Miss Kim, I'm Detective Jeon, and this is my partner, Detective Kang."

I stood there for a long while, listening, hoping to feel someone's presence but the only thing I heard was the occasional hooting of an owl. Everything else was still and quiet. "What's wrong Kim?" Daniel asked coming from the door. "Oh. It's nothing. Just. Just some.." I said colliding with my words. "Give me that." He said as he took the note from my hands. "It's no.." I was saying but he had already read it. "We'll give this to the detectives tomorrow. I feel bad that it happened to a little girl but I believe the detectives are on top of their jobs. " He said closing the door behind me.

"Hello Miss Gold, I'm glad to see you awake. I'm Detective Clarke, the lead detective on your case." "My case? You mean my kidnapping?" I said, images of the wine cellar immediately coming to my mind. He nodded. "Yes. We have Bryan Kim in custody, but as of now, his sister Kelly Kim has not been apprehended. I swallowed, feeling a large lump in my throat. "What?" "Ms Kim held you captive for 21 days, I assume you two spent a lot of time together." "I mean, I guess." I mumbled, not wanting to think about Kelly again.

Kim’s voice dripped with disappointment, though her smile remained eerily intact. Jess instinctively clutched at her neck, the invisible scar burning in her mind—a device planted deep within her flesh, a lethal reminder that one wrong move could end everything. She had nearly forgotten, but Kim’s presence brought it all back. That device, meant to silence her if she ever spoke out, was a constant threat. Jess knew something—she had uncovered a little knowledge regarding the dark truth behind Mr. Hunt’s grand scheme, a plot that could potentially eradicate humanity. “Good to know you remember,” Kim giggled—the same horrifying giggle she always does. “You still have your head on, which means y

Ken’s unconscious body are being carried by Kim like it is nothing. “Kim is a spy?” “Ahh yeah. Jion has a lot of spies. Everywhere he has more than one.” He stated a fact as he glanced at the two guys. But when he faced me I slapped him hard. “Aw! What’s that for?” He looks surprised at my sudden action.

She was someone with a beautiful yet innocent face. She was there to submit the report he asked her for. This report was about Layla’s activity in that area where he had seen her for three consecutive days. He really asked to investigate it. And Kim was someone who happened to be perfect for this work. Not only was her face a deception but she was also not burly, making others drop their guard easily in front of her. Thus, she was perfect for such simple tasks. After Kim left, he was thinking about the report he just received when his phone produced a notification sound that he had set specifically for some special people making it easier for him to realize its priority.

someone asked from the back. "Detective Rodriguez's transferred to Alaska after his family received death threats. Detective Kim died in a car accident that wasn't an accident. Detective Tim took an early retirement after someone mailed him photos of his daughter in her kindergarten class." Morrison's jaw tightened. "This organization doesn't play. They eliminate all their threats efficiently and permanently." He didn't even act like he had heard what the guy said. The room quiets at his last words, leaving a strange sense of foreboding in the atmosphere.