Handsome Policeman Novels & Stories

LUCAS'S P.O.V "Okay thank you very much" The head of the police department dropped his telephone and sighed, looking up to stare at me, with the same obvious disappointing face he had earlier on. He was a bulky man with a built body. The only problem with this man was the fact that he had a mustache, making him look really awkward.

It was such a simple action, wiping sweat, drinking water. Yet it looked unexpectedly pleasing when he did it. Maybe it was because of his features. Camila had to admit, it wasn’t an exaggeration. This was the first time she’d seen a man with such refined, well-balanced looks. Long, sharp brows. A high, straight nose bridge. Thin lips. Paired with his height and neat movements, he looked both handsome and composed, every bit the polished, elegant type. A real standout. But she thought that it was too bad that he was a cop.

he says. I scoff at his words, "Do you know who I am?" I finally look up at him. His forest green eyes are sharply trained on me with a sense of strictness. And I quickly look away from him. I never thought police officers could be... young and handsome like this. The previous ones that I am familiar with are all old buggers who simply wave their hands and let me be on my way without interfering with my decisions. "If you give me the driver's license, I will know," he says with a little frown.

She added while smiling. He chuckled and nods his head. The same policeman approached them while holding his belt. "Ms. Dolora Hamilton?" "Yes?" She asks politely. Baxter was so not used to her attitude. And so he's so happy for her. "We'll be needing a statement from you." The policeman uttered holding a small friendly smile on his lips. "With you?" The policeman nods his head before turning away. Dolora giggled and held Baxter's arm. "He's so good looking, right?" She mumbled towards Baxter with her big saucer like eyes and wearing a quirky smile.

Said the cop firmly. Mr. Harper smiled broadly. He understands what happened. "You can take Jomiy and Amy, okay?" The policeman nodded and left the room. “See… see for yourself, Alicia has a lot of crush on her, if you're serious… hurry up… if you don't, my subordinates will catch up with you. He's a talented policeman..his rank is quite good, maybe in two years he can become police chief...so he has a bright future. The best graduates too, they are…Alicia and the police often have fun together.”

He chuckled. "I'm the cops, Fremantle Michealson. And I can throw you over my shoulder right here and take you away, the entire fucking cops would support my actions." He said firmly, and that was the first time I looked up at him properly, fear gripping me. He looked even more.. beautiful after those months. Just two months. He had begun to grow a small stubble and his hair had grown fuller. His orbs seemed darker, angrier. In all, he looked glorious.

Nothing good could come of dwelling on things I couldn’t change, even if I had wanted to – which I didn’t. I did another search, this time focusing on the New Orleans area and unearthed a story about an officer who had heroically charged an armed gunman and saved the life of the fifteen-year-old hostage. The policeman had been shot, but had recovered and received a commendation for his bravery. That lawman was my very own Jason Anders. I located several more stories about the superhero cop and a few references in articles about different cases, but no personal information. I was about to give up, when I happened upon a piece devoted to the sexiest bachelors in Louisiana. Lo and behold, there

As soon as I said his name, a big smile appeared on my mother's face. "Okay, today we had plans to go out; catch you later, Mumma!" I kissed my mother's cheek. "Are you going on a date with him?" As I looked at her with a puppy smile on her lips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. I made up my mind that I was not going to let her argue with me about Justin again. I confidently kissed her cheek and picked up my phone before running out to meet my handsome police officer. He was leaning against the car, wearing sunglasses that added a mysterious aura to his eyes. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular body that suggested he was in peak physical condition—he was freaki

I knew that he probably didn't like officer Kingsley, and that was why he had remained there to make sure that the investigation was not any easier than it was supposed to be. The man sitting in the chair had brown chestnut eyes and green eyes that appealed to me. He was very attractive facially, and when he stood up, I saw that he beat my expectations completely. He was tall as a model, slim and lanky but fitted in all the right places. His uniform was a complete fit, and he made the police uniform look more attractive than the regular ones for an instant. He shook my hand, and I noted that his hand was soft, just like his countenance.

I step out with only one plan, beg on my knees if I have to because my father can never find out what just happened this morning but then all the plans vanish once the police car door opens. The officer steps out and I immediately forget the basic thing, breathing. “What the hell,” I muttered under my breath. I pinched myself to ascertain that I wasn’t dreaming because before me was an unreal person. No one could ever be this perfect. He was tall, like really tall I’m sure I won’t be past his shoulders and I’m a 5’9. His broad shoulders and chest making his uniform look skin tight. He had messy blond hair, like he’d just woken from a very sweet sleep and ran his hands through it and he had a