Handsome Policeman Novels & Stories

The faces of Ross and the others suddenly became gloomy. Not anyone coukd just walk into the police station, except for Chief Superintendent Terrence. The man was about 1.75 meters tall and was in his thirties. He had a well-proportioned build and very short blonde hair. His expression was cold, and his eyes were like an eagle’s. His aura was very strong. “You may not know me, but I know you. You are the ones who have brought shame to the New York Police Department, to all the police officers in the United States, and to the government. You are the ones who have brought danger and unease to New York.”

“The success of last week’s raid saw the decimation of the Italian Mafia. For his services, we would like to bestow upon him this medal of honor.” There’s a smattering of polite applause as the detective takes center stage in front of the police station. I expect him to gloat, to look like a man on top of the world… Except he’s just as exhausted, empty, and sorrowful as always. There’s no color in his face, no spark in his eyes. This man is a walking husk, alive only in function.

Author's pov "Good morning guys" a young man came to the two officers skipping excitedly with his boxy smile never leaving his lips. "I wonder how did you even dare to show me your face after what you have done." Tristan asked as he glared at Ash who just came to them. Ashton took a seat with the two officers Zayden and Tristan, with a smirk on his lips. "What's with that smirk, and Zay you too? Don't tell me! Don't tell me. God Zay you're so dead in my hands" Tristan instantly recognized the meaning of their smirks.

I just say that I had talked to her in a dream and then I felt lead out here this morning and there she was, dead. “That must be terrifying for you.” Officer Landry sympathises. “It really is.” I agree. Right then we both hear food steps and I turn to see a man approaching. He appears to be in his mid-thirties. He is extremely handsome, with black hair and almost black looking eyes. His skin is very pale, which creates a stark contrast to his dark hair and eyes, making them stand out. “Grimm.” The detective greets him. “Detective.” The man has a voice as smooth as honey. It is almost hypnotic, it's so beautiful. “We need you to finish your investigation so that I can get the body back to the

Faith and I ensured we gave as many damaging details about Joe’s character as possible, ensuring that Mama’s actions tonight were justifiable and in self-defense. Despite everything that was going on and the questions being asked, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the officer questioning us. He was the typical tall, dark, and handsome. However, his intense voice almost sounded like a growl when he spoke. His hands and nails were clean, his teeth pearly white and perfectly polished. His hair was cut low, lining chiseled to a ‘T,’ while his demeanor wreaked of arrogance. He was well over 30 and more than an average detective on the force. I noticed there was no wedding ring but a platinum r

I wasn't informed that we could have a date. I knew I would be at the warehouse for a few hours, so I brought a few snacks. Someone knocking on my office door inturpted 'my eating cheetos' time. "Come in." I say with a mouth filled of cheetos. The door opened, and Vincenzo came into view. He is so fricking handsome. "Ciao, bella." Vincenzo greets. [Hello, beautiful]. A bright smile takes over my face, "Hey," I say, "What are you doing here?"

One of the policemen lifted his head and glared at the bad man who had just tried to call for the triplet's attention. "Who are you? And tell me why you want to have the kids?" The policeman frowned angrily which made the bad man furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting the triplets to be good at acting and all the development that followed. "I..." his eyes lit up after a lie surfaced in his mind and he snorted.

They told me he ran speechless upon hearing this. I returned home early on the third day to meet him and his properties pulled outside, Alisa stood beside him with a dull face. It was still a shock to him, he had refused to pack out upon receiving his refund. Perhaps he thought it was a joke or perhaps because he’s a cop he’ll be feared. Now, it was real. He turned to see me, his lips made some movement but they couldn’t say a word. My lips curled into a sinister grin. Seeing me, he put up a frown. Alisa, as well.

My pulse thundered in my ears. He walked toward me with that slow, confident cop stride, one hand resting on his belt near the holster. Holy fuck. He was the most devastatingly handsome man I’d ever seen. Tall, easily over six foot, broad shoulders filling out his uniform shirt in a way that made the fabric strain across his chest. Dark hair cropped short, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and eyes—piercing green—that locked onto me like he could see right through my soaked panties. His arms were thick with muscle, veins standing out on his forearms. The uniform pants hugged powerful thighs and... Jesus, even in the dim light, the prominent bulge at his crotch was impossible to ignore. My

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it