Inside The Police Class Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Tired. A man shaped by darkness. Then the front doors burst open. Police officers rush inside with guns raised. “Hold on, Marco,” I whisper as they surround us.

Miss Dolores gave us a quick glance before she walked to open the door. Three Police showed up. Miss Dolores turned her gaze to us again this time with forehead furrowed. “Good Morning Ma'am, sorry for disturbing your class Is this Class Class A-2?” I heard the Police asked. He had a well built body but for me He's like a cartoon character who I watched back then—Jhonny Bravo. “Ah yeah” Miss Dolores answered. I have a bad feeling about this. They went outside the room that's why I couldn't heard them anymore maybe they're talking something private.

They ruined their clean uniforms with paints but their joyful expressions were a delight to Oriel's eyes. "Now, you should bring your drawings for me to see and I will stamp the best with a star." She sat on a desk in the middle of the classroom and all the kids surrounded her with their drawings in hands. However at that moment, men in casual clothes and I.D cards hanging around their necks, barged inside the classroom. Their sudden entry scared the kids. "Excuse me! who are you all?" Oriel inquired. One of them came ahead and identified himself as a police officer, "This is Clause from the narcotics control department. We have received information that you have connections with a drug deal

I learned a little to his right ear. “I’m not the weak little Clara anymore who you used as a mere puppet once. So get lost before I make you mute for eternity.’’ I whispered in a low voice and straightened my head once again. He gave me a death glare and released my collar. Then paid the bill and furiously stomped his way out of the bar. Hah, I can’t believe I won. I have to tell this to my big sister. ----------------------------------------- The Headquarters of the police detectives was in a total mess. Everyone was on edge because of the ‘might be a serial killer case. The chef was in an especially bad mood because of the constant pressure from higher-ups ups.

She didn't want to cause a scene here in the school especially when there were tons of humans around. The teacher soon arrived and all was quiet as the students took notes and jottings. Just then, there was an outburst at the entrance of the class. Two men walked into the classroom, flashing their badges to the teacher. Aliyah grew cold. She knew who they were, they were police officers and she could bet on everything she had that they were here in connection with the murder. "Yes, how can I help you?" the teacher asked rather crossly.

Sara drowns in hope of a happy life in the future. Like any normal girl, she also had so many dreams in her life, what’s wrong if they get fulfilled. “Alright Rose.......” Sara agreed and was about to place her condition when with Henry and Mike’s team police also came with their siren. Sara’s eyes shrink with the sight of the police. She can tolerate Alex, who is not wearing a police uniform, even though he is a special police officer. No, she-cat tolerates police, she has deep hatred inside her heart for police.

"wait what? I just become a murder..... what do you mean?" I asked,the police man handcuff me and started to pull me away "wait what do you mean....Benita was murdered and you think I did it why,what the hell?? wait what??? Am so curious let find out in the next chapter

The unmistakable wail of police vehicles echoed in the distance, amplifying the tension that hung in the air. Vinnie’s heart raced as he realized the police were not just arriving; Detective Ling was leading the charge, her eyes fixed intently on the warehouse. A wicked smile crept across his face—she had taken the bait. Vinnie’s plan was working perfectly. Ling was walking straight into the trap they had meticulously crafted for her. The police storms into the warehouse, guns blazing, their shouts mingling with the cacophony of chaos.

Not even the chandeliers dared to sway. And then... A second wave of force. This time, a different kind. The doors burst open again. Steel-toed boots hit marble. Police uniforms followed, flashing badges, bulletproof vests, and a chorus of radios buzzing to life. The Chief of Police, a tall, broad man with a sharp jaw and salt-and-pepper hair, entered first with a grave nod toward Rome. But it was Jason who turned, face breaking into a smirk like he’d just heard the starting bell at a fight he was dying to see.

Chapter 228 ​But even as he boasted, his eyes darted toward the hallway where the sirens were now deafening. Doubt, so cold and poisonous, was creeping into his resolve, competing fiercely with the bloodlust. ​A new sound cut through the chaos—a deep, amplified voice booming through external speakers that shook the very foundation of the warehouse. ​“THIS IS THE POLICE! YOU ARE SURROUNDED! COME OUT NOW WITH YOUR HANDS UP! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!”