Handsome Policeman Novels & Stories

I think my words made this big muscled cop think again. "Just check, who knows he's innocent," said a beautiful policewoman, making the burly cop grope my clothes. Starting from a wet shirt, to the pocket of jeans. "This is yours?" asked the policewoman, picking up a black leather jacket. I smiled softly as I nodded. She's pretty sweet. "Yes, please take care, will you." The policeman smiled back at me with the same smile. "Let me take care of your jacket, pretty boy."

The coach doesn’t seem to care about the agents around them as he cups her cheeks and eats her mouth. We see William talking to a tall man on our way to the cafeteria. I see a police uniform. My heart was threatening to rip right out from my chest as I watch them argue about something. “No need to worry Keira, let’s go,” says Jayden as he holds my wrists. We were about to turn around when the officer’s gaze landed on me. “You!” I freeze and choose not to turn around. “I knew she was here.” I hear him say. I gulp and slowly turn around. The policeman is surprisingly handsome, making me wish he wasn’t the bad guy. He should think about changing his career, maybe modelling will suit him better

He was standing within my reach, so I was able to hear everything he and the police had talked about. “Son, are you not hungry?” said the officer who was about as tall as him and had a clean haircut. He did not look so young, neither did he look so old. Based on my instincts, he was only in his middles forty’s, but his entirely silver hair was very deceiving that it had made me believe he was on his retirement age already.

As I examine it, the police enter and I pocket the pendant. "Good afternoon Mr. Sage." One of the police officers offers his hand to me as he enters the server room. He is short and his uniform barely fits him. He has a bulbous nose, a receding hairline, and a terrible haircut. He should sue his barber. Nevertheless, he seems nice and bubbly, unlike his associate. "Not very good officer considering what has just happened," I say to him while shaking his hand.

Ever. “By the way, I am Nikolas Ries.” He forwarded his hand for a shake presenting a poker face with a stiff upper lip. No sooner did the policeman hear the name, his legs began to tremble. He now knows where that aura of power and ascendancy came from. “Sir, I don't think there is anything impossible to you, I am just an ordinary jailer who is doing his daily duty here. When asked, I gave you my suggestion honestly. I don't mean to hurt you in any way.”

“Hi, I'm Stefan, a special investigation officer. You must be Dr. Jackson.” The man was about one inch taller than him. He was wearing a casual white t-shirt with a simple black shirt on the top and a pair of deep blue jeans. His hair was messy and it looked like he just woke up from sleep. In not a single way he looked like a police officer. He looked more like a general civilian than a policeman. “Yes, I am.” “Good, let's go then, shall we?” Then the general civilian-looking policeman led him the way and Jackson quietly followed him.

It squeezed her heart to see that that was the end of the innocent little girl. "How're you holding up, ma'am?" She looked up to see a robust-looking officer wearing his police uniform that looked like it could tear anytime with the pressure pressed against it with his protruding stomach. He was half bald with speckles of blond hair filling his hair and he had a pinkish complexion, a small nose, and little eyes hidden behind the tiny glasses. If she was to be cruel and decided to compare him to an animal, he looked exactly like a well-fed pig.

His hands are both inside his pockets as he stood proud in his uniform, he looks to be high ranked too if the silver stuff around his shoulders are anything to go with how higher up they are with it. There are few other police behind him, they are all surrounding him like he is some important person. She is just thinking about police or some army but look at them in front of her. Knowing she hasn't done a thing didn't make her heart stop beating this loud and hard, just by the sight of the man in front of her. She is not afraid of anything, she hasn't done a thing to be apprehensive or timid about, the man is just too handsome.

These citizens discussing Zayn were not taking him seriously at all, and their words made their contempt for Rheasians very clear. Zayn was angered by any of this. Instead, he smirked and as excitement built up in his heart. He enjoyed changing people’s perceptions, so he would like to see if these Muricans would still laugh at him later. Noticing Zayn, a police officer immediately stepped forward and glared at him. “So you're the guy who’s been slaughtering people without end across the country?! Who do you think you are?!” The officer was a tall, heavily built man with a bulging belly. His expression was highly aggressive and one could see at a glance that he held a high position in the po

Das looked at him with the desire to break him into a thousand pieces. “I can't contradict him; what happens is that I found a way to earn more money, something that will give me a decent living.” The policeman sat down next to him, “with some luxuries. Speaking of luxury, I've long wanted to meet you, and I would have loved to have worked with you. It's a real pity that I met you in these pitiful conditions; on the other hand, this old man will be able to boast of having killed the best detective in the country.”