Detective Loki Novels & Stories

When Loki woke up. She quickly called her friend Polly Hara to accompany Loki, since she lost her ID. Loki dressed in uniform and wore fake lace and ID to entered the gate entrance of University and she was with her friend Polly Hara. "What happened? Why did you lost your ID?" Polly asked "That was the fault of pervert blond haired man" Loki murmured. "Blond haired man? are you being sexually harassed ? Do you want me to beat him?! " Polly expressed her anger as her right hand formed into fist.

This world isn't generally so protected as you naturally suspect. At the point when they showed up at the police division, them three entered Robert's office once more and locked the entryway. This time, Robert didn't request Luke's perspective. Rather, he asked Selina, "Selina, what is your take?" Luke protested internally, "Robert, would you say you are reenacting an American adaptation of Detective Di Renjie?" Then, at that point, the delightful Selina answered, "George may be coming clean, however we can't totally eliminate him as a suspect."

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

“Kam did the same for me, but I didn’t take him up on it. Did the two of you even watch the movie?” Kimia smacked me with her pillow. “Of course we watched the movie!” “Oh really. Then who died?” Kimia went silent. I grinned and smacked her with my pillow. “Well?” “I’m thinking!” She was silent for almost a minute before she could think of a character death I’d accept. “Loki. It had to have been Loki. He always dies. He dies more than the guys on Supernatural.” I snorted. “Nobody dies more than Supernatural characters die. And I know you’re guessing.”

Now, thinking of certain hypothesis like why would this guy knows such a thing. To be honest, I, myself, knew nothing about the rumor and how did they found out I'm after their DIAMOND. With minutes of deduction, finally summing up a conclusion that this guy I'm dancing with tonight is no other but a 'Detective'. His presence is quite rare or it shouldn't even exist in my WORLD. "Who are you?" I asked as I bowed my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm Detective Kaizi Hirogome." was his response.

He whispered to him, "No....I don't find it strange, he belongs to her now, she can do whatever she wishes with him." The truth burned his heart, and if she wished she would kill him and would be justified. "But master, don't you find it strange that he doesn't resist?" Czar was loo6foe says to paint him black, "Loki is smarter than us combined, I'm sure he has his reasons." He doesn't say more than that and goes back to his cleaning,

Ash turns cautiously. Five people emerge calmly from the tall grass. At the very front, a red-haired young man walks toward us while casually spinning a small flame in his palm. His sharp eyes lock onto our team. “Well, look who’s crawling around on the ground like worms,” the young man says mockingly. Damian grits his teeth. “Loki. Why does it have to be you, asshole?” The young man, Loki, laughs sarcastically. He snaps his fingers, and a wall of fire rises around us, making the prehistoric birds hesitate to attack again.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

Loki's P.O.V. The skyline of Chicago loomed in the distance, its jagged edges punctuated by the faint glow of the setting sun. Loki sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, gazing out at the city with a mix of disdain and anticipation. Chicago was a place of power plays, betrayals, and whispered schemes a playground for someone like him. Donavan and Aibek were handling their respective tasks, ensuring the smooth flow of weapons and drugs through the veins of the underworld. Those commodities had always been in demand, but demand brought jealousy, and jealousy often festered into defiance. Fin was the latest example.

Leonardo arrived at his penthouse in Soho a few minutes after midnight. He was tired, but he had work to do. He had spent his whole day in the office, then his second beta Jed had come to see him to give him a report. He'd deal with things later, but everything seemed to be fine with his pack. The only issue was that Loki had forwarded him a troubling mail that he had gotten from the Bureau. They were sending an agent to him, they wanted an explanation about their agent who got injured at his place.