Inside The Police Class Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I open my eyes slowly and try to get up but I can’t. When my vision comes back to normal, I look around and see five desks with a huge paperwork spread on the tables. I hear phones ringing and men answering with a lazy tone. I see a familiar logo on the computer monitors— the PCPD as in the Pearl City Police Department. When my body starts regaining its senses, I realize I’m lying on a cold wooden floor surrounded by iron bars. “She’s awake, sir.” I hear a man say.

Welcome to my world and learn how to survive within it. “Don…” I paused, awaiting his words. He pays attention to my every action; there’s no need for me to prompt him to speak. He respects my time and avoids meaningless chatter. “The men…” His voice trembled, “the… police…” “How stupid…” I smiled, yet inside, I was seething with rage. Those fools have messed it up once more. How many times must I tell them to handle things properly? “A doctor arrived on the scene and observed everything that occurred..."

Chapter 44 Rhea POV I can't believe that I just got recruited into the team of Police and investigators in the city, and the first case I was welcomed with was a murder case. Ever since I was a child, it has always been my dream to become a police officer in the future, and here is the future I have waited so long for.

Then he adjusted his coat collar in an attempt to warm up a little before walking toward the store. The commissioner crossed the street and stopped by the curbside before taking in his environment. From the policemen standing by the open front door, to the bloodstains spreading around the counter inside–he could already tell this was going to be a heavy case. One of the police cruisers parked behind him and the passenger door opened. Ryan Jackman stepped out with a notebook in his hands before glancing at the scene lying ahead of them. “Well," the younger policeman whispered as he slowly exhaled. “This doesn't seem to be good, huh."

I just want to erase that chapter of my life forever, I just want to take the happy memories I have with Daniel and move on and have a peaceful life ahead. “Excuse me, ma’am the head officer is here please follow me into his office he wants to know the entire situation from you.” A police officer says and starts leading me up to the head officer’s room. The police officer opens a door for me and keeps on holding it open for me to let me get in. I slowly walk in and my legs freeze in their spot when the unexpected happens, sitting in front of me is Mrs. Robinson looking at me with a nasty smile on her face. The head police officer is staring at me as well, it’s like the prey walked into the l

Chapter one hundred and thirty five --- Clara’s heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor of the police station as she paced back and forth, her voice echoing off the walls. “Tell me who filed for this arrest!” she demanded, spinning around to face the officer at the front desk. Her hands were clenched into fists, her face flushed, but her tone carried that unmistakable confidence she always wielded like a weapon. The officer, trying to remain calm under her storm, straightened his uniform and said, “Under the orders of Mr. Richard Greyson.”

“We can’t lose this. You know we can’t. And definitely not just because of some greasy police officers.” Iris pressed her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mind turning haywire, she heard the graduation march from the other line signaling that it was already starting, and that she has no other choice now but to take care of the police on her own.a

Chapter 116 — Michael’s POV I arrived at the office the next morning, expecting a normal day, only to be met by a scene that froze me in place. Police cars surrounded the building, and a yellow tape sealed the entrances, and a large crowd had gathered outside, whispering anxiously. My heart started to pound. I pushed through the crowd, trying to make sense of the chaos, my mind already racing. “What’s going on here?” I demanded.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Clara's POV The humiliation burns hotter than the slap. The cold metal of the police station chair seeps through my thin dress. The officer's voice is a dull drone. Harassment. Trespassing. Known associate. He warns me, his eyes pitying. I nod, my smile brittle. Yes, officer. I understand. A misunderstanding. The words taste like ash.

Nick My claws had already slid out, sharp and glinting under the dim lights. My vision burned red. I was ready to attack the officers. My muscles tensed, my breath came out heavy, almost like a growl. One of the policemen reached for his handcuffs, his eyes wide but trying to stay firm. Another took a cautious step forward, hands raised slightly like he was approaching a wild animal. And then— “Please, he’s my child. He’s not mentally stable!”