My Policeman Kindle Novels & Stories

"We need to do something Now!, like involving the police” "Police?" Daniel scoffed, "And tell them what, Laura? That my wife, who just told me she doesn't want a divorce, has kidnapped my sister and sent me a picture of her beaten face, all from my phone? They'd think I'm crazy, or worse, that *we're* involved!". He sank onto the edge of the bed,"We can't just do anything. We don't know what we're up against." Laura stalked over, her voice low and furious. "What do you mean 'what we're up against'? It's Emily! She's always been manipulative, but this... this is sick!..”

“Like the Black Cat Detective?” The police officer could not help but smile because of the adorable look on her face. “Yes. We are even more powerful compared to the Black Cat Detective.” As he spoke, he patted Yulia’s head before he looked at Xavia and asked, “Miss, which kindergarten is this?” Xavia answered truthfully, “Red, Yellow, Blue.” The expression on the police officer’s face instantly changed as soon as he heard the name of the kindergarten. Red, Yellow, Blue? The kindergarten opened by that big and powerful figure? It might not be so easy to deal with it...

Another policeman who seemed lower in rank than this officer walks towards the desk, he was holding some files; he placed those files on the desk. “Murder,” she said and this time officer looked up at her and the bore expressions were now gone. “Who?” he asked. “The person who got killed at Gardezi’s mansion, I recognize the killer,” she said. Both policemen looked at each other. “I have evidence,” she said and placed the USB in front of them. “Bring the laptop,” said the officer to the other policeman. He nods and leaves. After a while, the policeman appeared with the laptop. He put the pen drive in the USB port and started the video.

A pleasant masculine voice called out next to Gillian, jolting her out of her sadness. Gillian turned to her right, and at that moment, a white and clean handkerchief filled her vision. Gillian stared at the handsome policemen in shock. “Huh?” Isn't she his criminal? Didn't he know her blackened reputation? How could he give her his handkerchief? Gillian finally paid attention to the policeman. He was a gentle-looking handsome man in his late twenties, and his hair fell on his forehead, giving him the vibe of a prestigious scholar.

The window on her side was tapped, so Jasmine opened it. "Good evening, Miss," the policeman kindly greeted. "Please show me your license." "First, may I know the problem, sir?" Jasmine asked. "Show me your papers. Only then I can tell you what the problem is," the man insisted. Strange. That wasn't the procedure. Jasmine glanced at me, but she didn't say anything. Obeying the policeman's words, she took out her purse and pulled out her driver's license. The man looked at the card, then at Jasmine's face. He looked back and waved his hand.

My true luck came in the form of a gentle policeman with a torturing past who made my whole life nothing but an adult version of an American movie for teenagers. My luck was a man named Zachary Malik. It was in the past. Although I didn't know that until the moment I lost it.

Das looked at him with the desire to break him into a thousand pieces. “I can't contradict him; what happens is that I found a way to earn more money, something that will give me a decent living.” The policeman sat down next to him, “with some luxuries. Speaking of luxury, I've long wanted to meet you, and I would have loved to have worked with you. It's a real pity that I met you in these pitiful conditions; on the other hand, this old man will be able to boast of having killed the best detective in the country.”

smiled the policeman as he appreciated the girl’s answer, “I am a policeman. I am here to help you. Do not worry, please. I won’t hurt you. Neither will I ever let people harm you two children. I will be there with you two until you find shelter.” This surprised Beneatha as she asked, “You promise?” “Yes, I promise that. It is my job. As a policeman, I need to help, support and protect people around me.” Explained the man with a smile, “And the same goes for you two. I will go for you two.” This made Beeatha dumbfounded. A hand was presented to her. She looked up at him as he repeated his offer, “Come on. Let’s go. I don’t like to see children seated on the pavement at night without shelter.

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.

"You do. I'm sorry, I swear I don't know what came over me. I just... I just got stupid and acted thoughtlessly." "Thoughtlessly? I fuckin lost my marriage! You ruined my life, my home! And you stand here and tell me you got stupid?" "Anderson please, I promise you I'm not this kind of person-- "You have to come with us now, miss Hawthorne," a policeman interrupted, his feature was like that of a biker. The dark blue cap carried a star in its center that easily gave his rank away and a pistol stayed tucked in the pocket of his blue pants.