Handsome Policeman Novels & Stories

she cursed under her breath. The traffic policeman waved her to stop and tapped on her car window. Adriana, her face dark with frustration, rolled the window down and forced a small smile. “Officer, is there a problem?” The traffic policeman, a man in his twenties with a crisp uniform, stood straight, holding a ticket book in his hand. As he leaned closer to the driver’s side, he froze for a moment, seemingly stunned by her appearance. He hadn’t expected the driver to be such a strikingly beautiful woman.

His words should have frightened me, but all that they caused was my cock to strain harder and my hole to flutter, begging for his cock. With one hand on the wheel, he reached out to wrap his fingers around my nipple, digging the nails into the sensitive bud. "I think you have some excuse or another to deny the fact that you are a whore. I don't care what it is. All I care about is proving to you that you are a whore and that's all you'll ever be." I pulled off his cock, sucking off the saliva and jerking him off slowly. "Don't you think that's a bit harsh, Mr. Handsome Police Officer?"

The policeman speaking was one of the leaders of the patrolling team, a young man named Zeke Palmer. He joined the forces soon after graduating from his training and was known for being a righteous man. He stared at Rebecca with such a sharp look that she froze in shock, but she was only taken aback for a brief moment.

"What's your name? Where's your badge? Wait—no, you know what? I don't f*cking care." As the mustached, brawny man stepped in front of the petite-looking police officer, he was able to get a good look at him. With a disapproving gaze, he assessed him from head to toe. It turns out this guy is good-looking! This guy may believe he can get away with anything just because of his face! Huh! "Move! Stop wasting everyone's time! Get your skinny ass moving, you boneless chicken!"

Eden replied sarcastically. She then fixed the position of her nameplate which had fallen due to the gruff police's rude slap. She was willing to bet, his work must be so hard that there was not the slightest streak of happiness on his face. Eden saw many wrinkles around the grim policeman's forehead which indicated that he was frowning a lot throughout the day. In addition, he also has unkempt sideburns along his jaw line. Between the dark brown sideburns, Eden could see some gray hairs starting to grow here and there. Apart from being unhappy, the gloomy policeman apparently never paid attention to his shabby appearance. In stark contrast to his comrade who was at least a little cleaner an

After that incident, I no longer have the same perspective on staplers. Situation? Is he a police officer then? I take in the cop's cotton shirts that are ringed in sweat, together with his immaculate-looking white shirt and his impeccable black trousers that fit him so well that they must be tailored. Well, so he's a wealthy police officer with style? He knows how to make an impression, whatever he is. Even though he's the only one in the room grinning, it's still his lone smile. He approaches me without waiting for a reply, leaving a trail of opulent citrus and wood fragrance in his wake.

Maybe he felt that it was inappropriate to go into other people's houses while he was covered in dust. “Do you mind if I smoke?” the leader asked again. He took a step back from Summer in a show of sensibility. Summer shook her head. ‘They aren’t coming in anyway. Smoking won’t be a big deal.’ “I’ve heard about what happened to Lydia.” The policeman who smoked the cigarette looked cool with his short hair. He narrowed his eyes and asked her coldly, “Heard of it?” Summer noticed that his tone sounded profound. She stretched out her hand for his licence. “I want to see your licence, Sir.”

-“Forty policemen were found dead, witnesses say they saw a man dressed in black spandex with two black swords, riding a black power bike. The police suspect this man to be the assassin and a very skilled one at that. The corpses of the forty police officers were in a grotesque state that shouldn't be shown to the public. They were butchered like animals. The target of this assassin seems to be a college professor, Mr Emmanuel Olewike. The Commissioner of Police has sworn to find this assassin who calls himself Black Heart.”-

Mental note, buy more new clothes with the insurance money, she thought, rubbing her hair dry with her towel and opening the door. There stood Mr. Policeman holding two cups of coffee from Dave's and grinning cautiously. He was dressed down today in a white V-neck T-shirt under a black nylon jacket and a pair of belted-snug-fitting-dark jeans. And he wore the nicest sneakers she had ever laid eyes on. They were slim and black soled with black leather trim and black nylon with black laces. His hair was just as messy as before. His eyes were smoldering, slightly dilated, and heating her up inside out as they scanned her slowly.

She clenched her fists deeply looking at her hair like she mourned for her crown on the ground. Then the rude policeman opened the door. "You!" He pointed at Trishia who was still on the floor. "Get out now!" The policeman said impolitely. There was no gentleness in his tone. Trishia didn't move. Her head and shoulders were low while clenching her fists strongly. She had no plan to listen and obey the rude cop. "Hey! Don't play stupid to me! Come here and don't waste my time!" The policeman roared angrily getting no response from Trishia.