Detective Romance Novels & Stories

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.”

I thought I heard something like a scoff or a chuckle, I wasn't really sure what it was; but I’d hear a sound come from Dawson after he finished talking, he started walking towards his vehicle again without turning back to look at me. Detective Dawson would see me as the best partner he ever worked with, although I haven’t thought how I’d achieved that yet, but I just had that feeling. Even though I was slowly falling for the man, I surely didn’t mean romance was part of it. The thought of us making out flashed across my mind and I shivered down there. My God! What has gotten into me, well I certainly wouldn’t blame myself too much, I was in my early thirties and I was single. However, falli

“You could’ve trusted me to handle it.” “Trusted you?” I laughed bitterly. “You mean the way you’re still protecting her? Defending her? God, Dante, you were engaged to Valentina. Why wasn't I informed about that? I thought she's just a bitter ex girlfriend but she was your fiancée. Do you think I don’t see it? You still love her..." “Don’t.” His voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t you dare say I love her.” My chest heaved. “Then why does it feel like I’m the one constantly fighting while she gets away with everything?”

My sheets were still warm, my skin still tingling, and deep down, in a place I didn’t want to acknowledge… I knew he had been real. Because the scent of him still clung to the air. Something dark. Something rich. Something that made my stomach twist. I wasn’t alone in this room. Not anymore. 13 LENA The shadows had eyes. I felt them watching me—unblinking, hungry. Even when I was alone, even when my doors were locked, and my windows shut tight, I felt him. Cassian. I knew his name now. I didn't know how. It just… came to me.

Her small fingers tugged at my sleeve. I wanted to say no. But the detective added, her lips softening, “She has your eyes. Adorable.” I looked at Aurora. Of course, her eyes weren’t like mine—they were Dante’s. Deep, calm, unsettlingly intense even in miniature form. But her chin… that stubborn little chin was definitely mine. “Thank you,” I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to Aurora’s hair. She smelled faintly of chocolate and baby shampoo. “It’s a well-detailed file, Ms. Yvonne,” the detective said, impressed. “Were you prepared for this kind of situation?”

She is one of the best detectives in the city with track records of solving critical cases relating to homicides. This also contributed to her divorce from her ex-husband, she passionately loves being in crime scenes solving murder cases rather than spending the night out on a romantic date. 'Get me the details of the man who placed a call to GPD!'

Dominic shouted. “Well there's no reason to hid it anymore since you already know, I am Detective Avery, yes I work for the cops and Red Talcum head? I've been trying to pin down the Mafia ring you work for but it's been very difficult, Andrew Richardson” Avery said smiling and packing her hair in a bun.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Despite saying that, I still asked my contact to send me a final concluding report later. The report was short. After she was divorced and chased out of the mafia family, Summer vanished from upper society. As for Victor, he used all his resources to search half the world to no avail. According to the report, he had not been seen in public for a while. He had become depressed and obsessed, a shadow of who he used to be. I read the report expressionlessly, then deleted the report as well as my contact’s email.

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”