Police Novels & Stories

Putting away his phone, he turned slightly and saw a policeman. "What's the matter?" he frowned and asked Jenna. Oh no, she must have hit someone, Jenna thought to herself. Trembling all over, she curled up in the driver's seat, not hearing Hansen's question at all. Hansen didn't get Jenna's reply for a long time. Guessing that something was going on, he got up and opened the window of the car. "Hello, Mr. Richards. I am a traffic policeman in Sky Zone. I'm responsible for this area. This is my work permit." The policeman obviously knew Hansen. He saluted and greeted Hansen politely.

The windshield of the car worked non-stop, Cars were coming your way... Creature: Cursed. Policeman: I will get rid of you. Hikary: I'm going to kill him. Creature: No..., it won't... They got there..., devouring them. Police Corps: Don't let them get close... Cars were attacked and ambushed. Police Corps: I'll stop you. Cornering and ambushing cars... Policeman: I'm going to crush him. He managed to get into the car.

He opened the door without checking the peephole, stupid, but exhaustion made him careless. Two police officers stood on the porch, their faces serious under the glow of the motion-sensor light. One was older, gray at the temples; the other was younger, almost apologetic in the way he shifted his weight. Their badges gleamed. The night air rushed in, cold and carrying a faint smell of rain. Frank felt a sense of dread, oh...no. "Frank Carrington?" the older one asked, his voice low and careful, the kind reserved for delivering bad news.

[Alice’s POV] Sirens cut through the dull night sky of Boston. David obviously didn’t expect Adam to actually call the police, much less that the police would arrive so quickly. When the alternating red and blue lights reflected off the body of his top of the range Rolls-Royce, the malevolence on his face escalated at this ‘absurdity.’ When the police officer got out of the patrol car, his hand was already on his gun belt. “Mr. Newcombe, we have received a report that you are suspected of driving under the influence of alcohol, and harassing members of the public. Please cooperate with the law.”

Not to smoke it, I have never done this for real, but so that I’d have something to do with them and not let anyone else see how my fingers just can’t stand still. Then I tell my best friend everything, because I can’t just keep it to myself. By the time I am done the police arrives which is not much of police actually. There are only two middle aged guys with greasy faces, driving an old pickup truck with the letters of ‘police’ scraped over the edges. They are both dressed in light muddy green uniforms and look less than impressed.

Raverine mumbled and memorized the face of the other guys within the picture. “Alex, I need you to use your search lens.” “Sure, Mister Raverine, you may upload the file now.” Raverine dragged the cropped picture of the three men captured together with the woman. “Poselle Lujean, police department 7 police detective. Luigi Gritz, police department 8 police officer. Kalil Monterez, police department 8 police officer.” “Look for Poselle Lujean, Alex.” “Poselle Lujean… Thank you, Alex."

Gerard and Nathan waited anxiously for the police to arrive, their minds filled with worry and uncertainty about Ivy's sudden disappearance. The minutes felt like hours as they paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally glancing at each other with concerned expressions. Finally, the sound of sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of the police. Nathan rushed to open the door while Gerard stood by, his heart pounding with anticipation. Two officers entered the house, and Nathan quickly briefed them about Ivy's disappearance and the events leading up to it.

I replied, pretending to be understanding. “Ah, so you don’t have an ID?” The policeman spoke and then snapped his fingers. “Get out of the car, I’m going to search you. Your look doesn't hide the fact that you're a delinquent, boy. I bet you have some narcotics on you there,” he demanded. Peter glanced at me and got out of the car. “Of course, officer,” he replied. I swallowed hard as I watched him being searched as if he were a real criminal. The police officer was not at all understanding with him.

the police officer says as he takes out a warrent. "Mark Sky we've found evidence against you leading to the death of this man, you have a right to remain silent," the policeman says, at that moment it occurs to Mark that he wasn't just abandoned. He was used.

"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.