Handsome Policeman Novels & Stories

Yet, with fake bravado, I say, “I don’t care. Wreck me for all I care.” I sit up and help him with his shirt. I take it off his body and I exclaim. Seriously, Hilda. Your husband has a very nice body! Lean and muscular. Like the models I see on TV. I snort. He’s a police officer, so is he training a lot? The handsome men I see in gyms have this kind of physique, too. “Stop staring and let’s take your other clothes off,” he says. He holds the hem of my skirt and tries to pull it down.

He is extremely good-looking and exudes dominance in a way that makes him hard to look at. “Is this her?” he says in an almost snort, jerking his chin in my direction. “Yes, Sir,” the police officer nods, motioning for the newcomer to sit next to him. He takes his seat and reads through the paperwork the officer hands to him. I study his face as he reads. He's one of those ageless guys. His serious, no-bullshit demeanour makes him seem like he's much older, but his face is young. My guess is he could be anywhere between twenty and forty. He must feel me looking at him as his eyes flick up to mine over the paper and he holds my gaze. Everything in me screams at me to look away, to break the e

Tall, well-built, wearing a suit that looked expensive even from a distance. There was a sudden sound through the comms—someone choking on something. Then Susan's voice, one of the state cops who worked with the cyber team, trying to cover a laugh. "Susan?" Torres called out, his tone sharp. "I'm sorry, sir..." Susan replied, still clearly trying not to laugh. "I've sent it," Torres said, meaning he'd forwarded Kane's information to her phone. But it was too late. Mr. Handsome was standing right in front of her now, and up close he was even better looking than from a distance. Dark eyes, strong jaw, the kind of smile that probably got him whatever he wanted.

"Now now Smith, do you not know that denial is the worst form of truth?" This time I was the one scowling. . . "I'm Colton Hastings, Andrew Hastings son. My dad had lent some books to Mr. Raul Aita and we were hoping you'd let us take them back." The fat policeman looked up from the hot dog he was eating. He wiped his mouth on an already dirty tissue and nodded, seeming completely disinterested. "Give the book names to Pete." He pointed to a young policeman who was inspecting the car garage. "He'll go in and get those books for you."

It fueled his confidence in teaching Kaze a lesson. “That’s right. The chief of police is the mayor’s right-hand man. Not everyone can have the honor to make his acquaintance.” Tony nodded and said angrily, “Now I will have to charge you for another offense. Why are you people standing there? Arrest him! Are you trying to embarrass us all for letting a human trafficker outsmart us?” His righteous speech won cheers from the crowd. “Captain Lambda! Nicely done! You must teach the human trafficker a lesson!” “Shoot him! He’s too arrogant!”

“But, what to do? Detective hasn’t came back since yesterday. But wait, may I know what kind of interview is that?” As detective, it is natural for Adler and Ned to be a curious type of a people. Heaving a silence sigh, Harold answered, “Well, I am making an article about handsome policemen. Someone gave me a tip that the team leader of the Major Crime Department is handsome. So, I would give it a try to have an interview with him.” “If you need handsome police, then I am here,” Ned suggested while pointing himself. For a moment, Harold went speechless. He looked at Ned’s facial appearance, and surely, he will also admit that Ned is cute and has charm. But, this is the first time he met som

Did he look that frivolous? On the contrary, the one who’d hurt Kira, with his pretty face and buff body, could probably fetch a good price! Just then, two policemen happened to pass by, saluting as they saw Aaron. “Captain Hamilton!” “Hmm” Aaron responded with a nod and a smile. Thiago held his breath, staring at Aaron in disbelief. This young man wasn’t some thug. He was a cop? Captain Hamilton? Kira Hamilton? On closer inspection, Thiago found those big bright eyes and chiseled nose and jawline seemed oddly familiar.

“I clocked you at ninety in sixty-five.” I winced. The officer glanced down at his notepad. “I'm going to have to issue you a citation.” I leaned forward slightly. “Is there... anything I can do to not get a ticket?” He looked up from the pad, meeting my eyes for a long moment. That was when I noticed how sharp and exceptional his masculine features were. How tall he was. How broad and thick his shoulders were, and how they strained against the police uniform he was wearing, the thick fabric stretching tight over the firm wall of his chest and the thick slabs of the

He paused, adjusted his gaze, and turned to face me. In that instant, I was struck by his appearance: short jet-black hair, amber almond-shaped eyes, thick brows, a sharp nose, and a defined jawline—features that came together like a work of art. Good grief. His broad shoulders filled out a sleek black suit, and he carried himself with a mix of power and elegance that was impossible to ignore. Before I could collect my thoughts, a large man in sunglasses grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. I struggled against his grip, shouting, "Let go of me!"

The female police officer who opened the door widened her eyes to see that the most beautiful female police officer in the police station would be kissed by a prisoner in the wildest possible way the female police officer would not have ever imagined. But after the female police woman who opened the door saw Alexander, the female police woman immediately almost fell in love with Alexander, the female police officer had never seen a guy as handsome as in her life; His Appearance,His Disposition, His Aura was like everyone was beneath him, He was like Emperor overseeing his subjects, above all and below none, no one presence could be compared to his presence in the room. The female police now