Officer Nick Wilde Mga Nobela at Kwento

A wild, broken sound echoed through the hall. "Ha… ha ha ha ha… Karma… it's all karma!" He'd lost his mind. Just then, the grand doors of the hall swung open. Someone had called the police. A line of uniformed officers strode in, their presence slicing through the chaos. The lead officer climbed onto the stage and held up a warrant. "Nick Wheaton," he announced, "you are under arrest for multiple counts of premeditated murder and corporate fraud." Nick didn't resist. He only sat there, vacant-eyed, still laughing to himself.

I didn’t stop strangling the bitch that laid still underneath me and as the officers pulled me off of her I still refused to let her go, dragging her limp body with me as far as I could until the police finally managed to release my grip from around her neck. “Christopher Nickel you are under arrest for the murder of Sasha Williams, Raquel Salazar and Veronica Vaughn” the rest of what the officer said fell on def ears as I watch them cover Veronicas body with the throw blanket from the back of the couch.

But before I could hit the ground, she turned back in a flash—catching me with one arm around my back, her thigh bracing me upright. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Of course she wouldn't let me fall. She never would. “I will make sure you are locked behind bars. How can you break a lady's nose?” The second officer screamed at us. “She is a criminal, can't you see her color of hair.” “Yellow haired criminal ... .check her bags she must be on drugs.” The other officer pointed at Nicky's bag. Nicky screamed, her voice loud and echoed in the police counter.

“So… you’re helping me out of this?” The officer stood, heading for the door. “I did help you,” he said without looking back. A pause. “I helped you stay alive.” The door shut behind him. Moments later, the officer met with the others, holding up the confession. “We need a warrant,” he said. “Now.” “For who?” one asked. His eyes hardened. “Daisy Blackwood.” A beat. Then... “Contact the Blackwoods. The Smiths. Everyone tied to this.” He shook his head slightly.

The red diary fell from his hand. “Shit!” Williamson exclaimed. Jodi and Jackie ran to Matt and knelt down next to him. Blood ran from Matt’s nose. While Matt was trying to sit up, Nick snatched his rifle off the floor and pointed his finger at Matt. “I don’t take orders from you anymore! I turned in my gun and my badge,” Nick growled. “I’ll do what I damn well please!”

he said, his eyes filled with determination. “We will fight back and expose her for what she truly is," he added Determination filled the air as they resolved to stand united against Elsa's ruthless quest for power. Detective Benson, who had been listening attentively while secretly recording everything, turned his gaze toward Mr. Nick and asked, "Why did you relocate completely from the city after the demise of Mr. Walmart?" Mr. Nick chuckled He finally responded, "I know most people suspected I was behind his demise, but that’s not the truth," Mr. Nick replied. "Mr. Walmart was my very good friend, so I wouldn’t have had a hand in his death."

Virat denied going with the police and this time Nick added fuel to the fire, "Officer, I hope you won't neglect your duty. He dared to hurt my wife, I know what to do if you don't do your job nicely. He has to pay a lot yet in the LA." "Rest assured, Mr. Davis. He can't escape this time. Yes, Mr. Davis. I will be going then." With the sudden tone and words of the police officer, everyone understood that Nick was not some ordinary, powerless man. Even the police officer and honorable men bowed to him. Regardless of all the crocodile tears of Virat, they took him away. As they left Sanaya gaped at him. There was still a little cut over at some corner of his forehead that she could see it. Fro

Pete shifted slightly, standing even more firmly in front of me. He said, "Nick, I'm just here helping with an investigation. According to the commander of the Criminal Investigation Division, Neal Steele, we're all law-abiding citizens here. You wouldn't want to interfere with police duties, would you?"

“Actually, why are you spying on Sirius White and his partner? Do you know them?” Nat furrowed his brow. “You don’t know a lot about this world, Ally Dawson. The world is much more corrupt than you can even understand.” He paused when the lady earlier came by with a tray holding their drinks and accepted them thankfully. As soon as the lady had left, he continued to speak again. “Ally, you ought to be careful of men like Sirius White. He’s a dangerous man, very crafty, you might not know before you get swallowed whole by that wolf.”

I clenched my fists. “I know.” The officer looked uncomfortable now. He avoided eye contact, sweat forming on his forehead. That reaction alone told me something dirty was happening behind the scenes. I leaned closer to him. “Who ordered this?” “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You’re lying.” “Sir, please leave before security gets involved.” I stared at him for a long moment before stepping back with a bitter laugh. Security? If Emilia was truly in danger, I would burn this entire building to the ground before walking away quietly.