Hello Detective Novels & Stories

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

Slowly, footsteps started to move, the media moving away from him and going to their respective groups. “Now, who asked that wretched question?” Azrick looked around them and waited for someone to fess up and surrender himself to him. But no one did, rather, they looked at each other, oblivious to what the famous detective was asking. They all looked quizzically to the famous detective, not sure of what Azrick wanted to happen. Their raised brows sent a signal to the man. Azrick let out a sigh and spoke to them again, “I said, there is some foolish person who asked who will die next. Now, who said that?” The detective’s searched the crowd, his eyes squinted as he looked at every single one o

He didn’t even notice me when he walked by, there must have been something very important in his mind. The Deputy had told me, I’d be working with a man, I was starting to hope it was the one that walked in, even though he looked fierce and tough; he was still the handsomest among the other detectives, he was tall and had a great body; just the type of man I had always dreamed off.

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

I can see his eyes wandering all over my body, as if that would give him an answer to what I just asked. "You're an officer?" he asked, implying that he saw the badge on my left chest. His eyes met mine. I glance at him, too, pretty impressed of how well-dressed he is. "Yes," I said. "No, I mean... I'm a detective." He nods and I watch in disbelief of how ridiculously good he looks as his lips slowly parted. "Anyway," I coughed. "I'm running late. Let's just get this over with. I can pay you---"

the female detective called for confirmation. "Yes?" she responded. He brought out his badge immediately "Detective Rowland. You are under arrest for the... "

’ Confused about the reference, Milo asked, ‘Who’s Sherlock? Veronica chuckled. ‘A famous detective.’ ‘So, he’s like Auguste Dupin.’ ‘Who?’ It was Veronica’s turn to look blank. ‘A famous detective.’ Milo shot her a look as if to say: isn’t that obvious? Alessia said, ‘Veronica, why don’t you take Milo into his room, read him a story of Sherlock Holmes? Carry this box of blueberries with you.’ ‘What about you, Mom?’ Milo asked. ‘I’ll deal with our guest.’

It wasn’t until a tall dark skinned woman walked in the room and introduced herself as a detective that Nena finally gave her attention to the matter being addressed in the room. “Good morning people” as the detective began “my name Is detective Wallace illorh, from the L.S.P.D . some of you seated in this room might know me from prior professional affiliations or engagements in the past, but for the sake of those who don’t , I’ll give you two specific details about myself that I deem very important in our relationship if we are going to be working together. Number one is ; I am a very easy going person , until when I’m not and that would be when my subjects fail to exhibit dedication to the

"Oh, and look who we have here…. Marcus Dominick," I turned to see who raised the alarm and unfortunately it was Sharma Atluri, the Detective from India. His cheerful smile creeped me out. I didn’t know if his greeting was a sign of peace or if he was only another opportunity for new discovery. The last time we had a conversation, it didn't end well. I still recall the words and his suspicions that the culprit of these crimes could also be part of the investigation. That was a clear message to me and I wonder if he had found anything yet.

"I found an incriminating piece of evidence that the murderer left behind yesterday!" Everyone was excited. To save time, I started leading them straight to the suspect's house, explaining, "The crux of this case is the murderer's use of the knife this time…" However, the moment I stepped outside the headquarters, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out and took a look. Immediately, the latest headlines burned a hole in my eyes. "Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!"