Detective Romance Novels & Stories

She asked and I turned "I'm doctor Lindsay , I attended to a patient a while ago she was bleeding.She called her friend Cassy and they seem to be in a hurry"The doctor said "Cassy,yes her friends name is Cassy .She has hazel eyes and her hair is chestnut brown.What's wrong with her.Why was she bleeding?"I said "This information is meant to be classified.Who are you to her"She asked "I'm her husband"I said and brought out my phone and showed her a wedding picture of I and Vida

the old man sounded pathetic, like he was ready to start crying. “And?” I spat out. It struck me odd that the background check I had obtained on Manciatti did not mention a daughter, only a deceased wife. It was the first flag. “I don’t have your daughter. I’m not in the habit of kidnapping people. Especially not women and children.” Another deep exhale on the line. “I want your help in finding her,” his voice shook.

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

"Arson, an actual marriage? Escape?" Suddenly tired, physically more so, Amara flopped over onto the bed and huffed. "I- I don't know if we can escape." "I... you can, perhaps." Aurora paused and turned to look at her. "I'll... investigate and get back to you, yes?" She smiled. "Rest, Amara. Breathe. And plan the murder of my father, would you?" Amara sighed and looked at Aurora from her place on the bed. "...Alright. Deal."

Maybe they were even at the stage where they were having sex, but who knows? My heart began to boil again at the thought of it. I wasn't bothered about who she opened her legs for, but I knew this still involved me; the detective was trying to get to me! Okay, remember way back when I said I didn't care who she slept with? Turns out I was lying. For some reason, the thought of her and Detective Davies being together in a romantic relationship got me pissed off! I couldn't explain why I reacted to it that way, but I was pissed off!

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

My voice trembled slightly as I responded, "Detective, I cannot fathom why Alpha Dante would make such accusations against me. If anything, I have been actively trying to facilitate a stronger bond between Aurelia and Alpha Dante, as their union would benefit the pack as a whole. I have no personal interest in interfering with their relationship." The detective's expression remained impassive, giving nothing away. "I will ask you again. What is your relationship with Aurelia, the Alpha's mate?" "I have no relationship with her, other than friendship." I sat on the wooden bench, my body tense with anticipation, awaiting the detective's questions. My mind raced, bracing itself for the inevitab

“You too, ma’am. You understand you’re both being questioned as potential suspects in the death of Councilman Harrow?” Elena tilted her head, her expression bored. “You say that like it’s supposed to scare me.” Roman stepped slightly forward, his body angling between her and the detective. “You’ll watch your tone when you speak to my wife,” he said quietly, but the quiet was the kind that carried weight. The detective hesitated, clearing his throat. “Of course.” Roman smirked faintly, motioning with one hand. “Lead the way.”

Her voice grew a little too loud. That’s right. She’s really glad to be able to do it by her own hands. The detective laughed while shaking his head. “See, this is why I love my job. It’s the drama that I craved for. Mafia members like you put so much drama in your crimes that I can’t help but to be amused by the way your brain thinks but I pity you, Devon. Your Juliet x Romeo love story came to an end. You’re one of the huge mafia members I caught. I’m never going to let go of a big fish.”