Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

Nicholas told me and my heart melted into a puddle. "I, Amara Hernandez of Mist Pack, accept Nicholas Adams as my mate under the moon and the moon goddess is our witness," I said and the corner of my lips curved into a smile. "I, Nicholas Adams of Mist pack, accept you Amara Parker as my mate under the moonlight and the moon goddess is our witness,"Nicholas said and I felt the love and passion in his voice. I closed my eyes in expectation when I saw Nico leaning forward and before I could wrap my head around what was going on, I felt his lips on mine.

I wasn't in the least bit surprised about the information about Amaro, I knew he had to be involved with the vampires somehow if Sam was working in his gambling house, Adrianne owned an office, and their commander visited them freely for his meetings. “Amaro here after thorough investigation and questioning has been found guilty of the following charges, befriending an enemy of the pack, co-owning a business with the enemy, and helping a vampire, our biggest enemy to live safely amongst the members of our pack, camouflaging as one of us!” Amaro remained as he had been since the beginning of the trial. He swayed and his lips quivered but he never once looked up at what was ongoing. “Do you ha

" My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?” He held up a badge. It was not a police badge. “Detective Elijah Monroe. I lead a quiet team sponsored by... let’s call it a very high confidential official who believes werewolves are a rising threat to the human race.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not crazy. You were attacked by them, weren’t you?” I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, as I looked back at Marcus. “You're not the first victim. But you and him might be the first survivors who can help us take them down.”

Jacobo didn’t even blink. “Yes, sir.” The polygraph needle remained steady. But Dante wasn’t finished yet. “Have you ever betrayed my trust?” “No, sir.” Silence. The operator reviewed the records. “He’s telling the truth.” Dante nodded. His jaw relaxed a bit, but he wasn’t convinced yet. “This morning, when the incident was reported… did you abandon your post?” Jacobo immediately shook his head. “No, not at any time.” The needle held firm. Dante placed his hands on the table and fixed him with a sharp stare.

“If there is anything I can do to help let me know. I am really sorry about this." "Don't be. Leo and Mia are the ones going to be sorry when I'm done with them." He said bitterly. Leo was so shocked to see him in the office the next day, he nearly dropped his phone. “Nick. You are back.” He stammered. Niccolo forced himself to sound casual. “Yeah, I came back this morning. I really enjoyed myself at the bar. What happened to you? You didn’t show up?” “I got an emergency call so I had to rush back. I tried to call and tell you but you weren’t picking up.” He stammered lamely.

For a moment I thought he might get angry. He didn’t. Instead he looked back at me. Something in his expression changed. “ Amara " he said softer this time. "It’s me.” I flinched. Not because I remembered him. Because my body reacted like it knew him. My breathing became uneven. “ I don’t know you " I whispered. There was silence. Heavy silence. Ethan looked at me briefly. He was trying to reassure me. Kieran didn’t move. He just stared at me like I had said something

Diego laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "If you don't be quiet you're going to need that doctor instead" I threatened. Diego smirked, clearly amused at my unexpected actions. "Alright, alright" He raised his hands in defence "I'm going to put this one in a cell before whatever midlife crisis you're going through washes away" He chuckled. Ignoring him I left the basement taking my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Lorenzo's number. "Get anything?" He asked without a greeting. "We find a guy that goes by the name of Carlos. He shouldn't be hard to find. From what I got he's new to the game, He will lead us to Nicolas" I relayed the new information to him.

Ramina uttered. Mrs. Fujimoto nodded. "Yes, it was Chef Amelia. She worked for our company for almost a decade now. She was out for work yesterday because her grandson got sick," she pinpointed. "How did that woman even enter the company?" Ramina confusedly raises a question. Mrs. Fujimoto shook her head in a manner that showed how unhappy she was. "I don't know either. Because we always have a substitute chef if Amelia can't go to work. If how did she get inside the company, I don't know. Our security is working on it now, so there's no need to worry about it because we will be strict from now on," she pointed out.

I said before pouring the remains in my glass onto the wound from the stab, and a piercing, scream left his lips. “Last chance,” I said, running the tip of the knife coated with blood over this second thigh. His body went rigid, and his breathing sped up. “Tell me who helped you, and I will make one call to make you disappear quietly. A new life, new identity, maybe a new beginning.” He looked at me, tears pooling down his face. “It was,” he coughed, choked, then spit blood. “It was someone from the port. He said his name was Marco LaRosa But his accent was fake. He gave me the port codes and asked for the goods,”

Sheriff Hardin stretched out his hand to shake Darien which he accepted shyly The two way radio on his chest started going static like someone was trying to say something “Sheriff Hardin, this is Officer Perry do you copy?!” Officer Perry’s voice finally came clear “Yes I copy , what’s the matter Perry!” he replied “There’s been a possible homicide and you might need to take a look at this sir, it’s just so… I don’t even know how to describe it” Officer Perry sounded confused as he kept sighing and heaving “Roger that, I’ll be there soon” Sheriff Hardin responded and grabbed the keys to his jeep on the table