Officer Nick Wilde Novels & Stories

One of the officers spoke. Wilma Bonet nodded. "We suspect you're involved in a murder case. Please come to the police station for investigation." Upon hearing this, Wilma Bonet's face turned pale, and she fainted in Bram Stoker's arms. o0o Forger Group "Thank you for this information, dear." Damian Desmond hung up the phone and walked to his desk, where Alex Desmond sat on the balcony enjoying tea. Alex Desmond put down his tea and stood up. There was a faint smile on his face. "I'm just a little ahead of you."

For a moment everything felt right. A few steps near us, i heard the officer clear his throat arkwadly as he said, “Eh hem..excuse me, we are looking for a patients that could be of or in potential danger she is a brunette not less less than 5’2. Have you seen her?” we didn't reply our lips were still locked but my heart was beating so loudly for a moment i thought they might hear it. Nick noticed it and kissed ne again trying to calm me done before the police tapped his shoulder and he pulled back as he answered the police men. “No i haven't seen her officer. As you can see i have been a little bit preoccupied, he said with a grin on his face.

No matter how hard she searched, she could not find that familiar figure. Distraught, she stumbled up to a police officer and shakily asked, "Among the victims…is there a man named Nathan Wilde?" The officer replied coldly, "No. We do have someone by the Wilde surname, but that person is a woman. "If there's nothing else, please leave immediately and stop interfering with our work." Those words were like a beam of light, cutting through the darkness in Rowena's heart. Overjoyed, she hurried back home as fast as she could.

OLIVIA Two Days Later “Lock her up, and don’t let her see the sun ever again. She doesn’t deserve it!” Nick barked at the New Village Town police. His eyes were cold as ice, filled with hatred. The officer roughly shoved me into the filthy, smelly cell before slamming the bars shut. I turned to look at Nick and Sandra. They stood together, looking like old friends... or lovers. She was why he had turned against me, though I didn’t understand what had motivated her.

Nick shot back fearlessly. “We have a warrant for your arrest,” the second officer flapped a document in our faces that was shocking proof that he wasn’t lying. “On what charges?” Nick asked in a challenging voice. “The attempted murder of Xander Davenport,” the first officer held up a picture of Xander looking battered and helpless that must’ve been taken by his in-house CCTV. Nick turned around to look at me and his nose flared open, he looked like he was both pissed and confused, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that. I just felt horrible that he’d fought his best friend because of me and now he might rot in jail.

Very excAllen t, I allow you to call me by my name when there are no strangers around. Once more, she was at a loss for words. Why should she bother accepting such a privilege when it was completely pointless to do so? Wills Waltson had already made his escape by this point, so she could no longer pursue him. She sat up straight and readjusted her dress, which was almost entirely visible due to the open back. She had the strangest feeling that she had escaped some kind of catastrophe alive. What did Nicky say was true that this man indeed was a wolf.

Will said. “Good.” Captain Whitlock leaned over and grabbed the scanner. “This is Captain Damon Whitlock,” he said into the speaker. “All units! All units proceed to Queensbury City Central Station. I repeat, all units proceed to Queensbury City Central Station. Shots fired. Multiple officers down. Suspect is Denis Ratcliffe, alias Ghost. Suspect is wanted for various crimes and is armed and dangerous.” The scanner crackled and a voice responded. “All units… this is Ghost.” Their blood ran cold. “Catch me if you can.”

But then I heard, "My name is Officer John Smith, badge number 2357, San Francisco Police Department. We have a warrant for your arrest." My heart pounded so violently I feared it might burst. "What’s the charge?" Hudson asked, still calm. Why wasn’t he panicking? Did he know this was coming? What could he have done? Did he really import those weapons? Was there a dark secret? "You are under arrest for the murder of Mrs. Camila Miles Lucas," the officer said. My blood ran cold, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me. My head pounded as I tried to process the officer's words. Nevaeh’s voice echoed in my mind:

"We need to speak with you about Michael Clarke." "I can't talk to you. I'm in witness protection." "We know. But there's been a development. It's urgent." Something felt wrong. "Call Marshal Davis. He'll verify." "We tried. He's not answering." "Then come back when he does." Nickey started to close the door. One of the officers jammed his foot in. "Sir, this can't wait." "Get your foot out or I'm calling real police." The officer pulled a gun.

“Sir, here's the document you are asking from me.” Nick furrowed his eyebrows and asked while looking at the documents. “Is this all?” “Yes, Mr. Nick. Nodding, he dismissed him, “Thank you, you may go now,” He looked at the man who exited his office. Danny was his assistant since they were in Greece. He’s a good person that he could trust. However, Danny had no knowledge that Carol was already dead. Nick sat down in his swivel chair and leaned his back while he was looking at the ceiling. As he closed his eyes, the image of the woman in the Holmes Group’s company flashed in his mind; her angelic face and sweet voice echoed in his ear.