Detective Romance Novels & Stories

was at her bac "She has a boyfriend now and doesn't ever think of us." He said strongly, his gaze was locked with hers. 'Dante.' She called out his name and he smirked "Tell us Rielle, who is your boyfriend?" He said and she smirked, glacing at Pamela and Xandr who seemed intrested in the conversation "You know who he is, so why not tell everyone instead?" she said and he looked at her firmly "Reed Parker, your boyfriend is Reed Parker, the new detective who was specially transferred here to catch The Masked Girl" He said and Pamela gasped "What are you saying Dante? that is not possible, Rielle would never endanger anyone of us." She said and Rielle smiled, tearing her eyes away from him a

Gloria slowly placed her soft hands on his body and gently massaged his chest up to his head. “What do you say, detective? Don't you want to have a taste of this?" She said referring to herself as she simultaneously moved her hand down his body to his manhood- giving it a little squeeze. “Ah," The detective groaned in pleasure and he could feel the sexual tension in his body gathering together like he was about to explode up in pieces. “You can have all of these anytime or place. All I ask of you is that you don't involve my name in this case," she said, kissing on his ear and giving his manhood gentle squeezes.

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.

But I'm going to get through this all fine, I haven't done anything wrong after all. “Luna, we meet again”. The detective says. Oh good, he remembers too. “You might have forgotten but I'm Detective Casper Alvin, and this is my comrade, Detective Jade Kelsey”. The lady doesn't offer as much as a smile, just a small nod that I could have definitely missed if I wasn't looking. “I do remember you, detective”. I say, bringing one leg over the other in an attempt to portray the confidence that I don't have. His eyes fix on every little action I make, making me even more uncomfortable.

She’d interrogated enough criminals to know when someone was bluffing—and when someone was desperate for the truth to be heard. She looked at Matteo out of the corner of her eye. He was restless. Angry. Almost too angry. “Maybe he’s telling the truth,” she whispered to him. Her instincts screamed that something wasn’t right. Diego’s desperation didn’t feel rehearsed—it felt real. And Matteo… he kept cutting him off. Deflecting. Pressing the same accusations like he didn’t want the conversation to go any deeper. Why had Matteo met with Diego in the first place?

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

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Rey could give her great information about Will, but Will would give her the answers she so desperately wants. - I'll collect. There is still time. Come, I will give you a massage to relax. Professionally. Will nodded with a laugh, before leaning back in his chair again. - You've used that word a lot today. - I just don't want you to misinterpret my good deeds. She said as she massaged him over the shoulder. Interesting moans came out of the detective's mouth. - Someone who gives a massage like that should never be judged by her intentions. Wow...

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

Make it make sense. [She's a top detective and doesn't know corpse basics? Embarrassing.] [And that bit about the killer running to that villa district? lmao pls...Has she met the kind of people who live there?] [Yeahhhh this "I see what the killer sees" thing is starting to sound like full-on cap.] Debate over Jenna's stream went nuclear. Every word she said got clipped, memed, and shredded online. Of course, her die-hard stans screamed setup.