Police Novels & Stories

Bennett said softly to the policemen. "Shut up, drop your weapons!" a male police officer yelled out. Bennett cocked his head in confusion. "Umm, I'm not sure what the problem is here, officers. But you do realize who I am, right?" "Yeah, we know who you are, Bennett Klein. That doesn't matter to us. Now hands up!" the officer yelled. "My family works well with the police force. We help deal with the black market. Why are you guys here bothering me now? Why today?" Bennett asked as he held up his hands.

one of the police officers greeted, his face and tone serious. Fuck!……..This is not good.

Ava's Pov The wail of sirens pierced through the quiet of the cliffside, growing louder as the police vehicles approached. Richard and I stood silently, watching as several police cars and a couple of vans pulled up to the scene. Officers, clad in uniforms, and a few forensic specialists, dressed in professional attire, began to disembark. One of the officers, a man in his forties with a serious demeanor, approached us. “President, we received your call. How can we assist you?”

she pulled back, her voice trembling, her eyes darting wildly around the room. The three hefty men stepped forward, their fists clenched, their faces twisted with aggression, ready to fight the officers. But they didn't stand a chance. The police were quick and efficient, taking them down with swift precision, their training and expertise evident in every move. Each man was shot, their bodies crumpling to the ground, their limbs splayed out at awkward angles.

“I’m not just giving you my house, but I’ll also send you to a nice place.” Emily’s eyes immediately lit up, while David clicked his tongue impatiently. “Stop dragging it out. What exactly are you going to give us?” I tilted my head and smiled cheerfully. “I’m sending you to prison, of course.” As soon as I said that, the police, who had been hiding behind the door, rushed out. “Hands up! We need you to cooperate!” Chloe screamed in fear as the police barged in. Emily suddenly had a heart attack, and David’s legs went weak. He lost his balance, fell to the floor, and knelt like a coward.

Or tell him I don't want to see him? I didn't know what I'd say, but I knew the words got caught in my throat. Before Papa could speak again, the door opened gently, and two policemen walked in. Everyone turned their gazes to the door. Silence stretched in the room until one of the policemen spoke. “You violated traffic rules at different intersections.” The policeman walked to Papa, bringing a handcuff out from his pocket. “You also destroyed properties with overspeeding,” he added. “You would need to go with us to the station” The other policeman who stood at the

I apologized as I felt his knee bump mine. “It’s okay. My job is to protect and serve, right?” “Yeah, but you’re off the clock, so that doesn’t count.” “A police officer is never off the clock.”

A police cruiser pulled up behind him, siren whooping once to get his attention. Jake's heart skipped a beat. He pulled over to the shoulder, hands gripping the wheel tight. 'What did I do?' he wondered, glancing at the cop car. The officer stepped out, a big guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders filling out his uniform shirt. His name tag read 'Officer Hale.' He had a stern face, short dark hair, and a jaw that looked like it could crack nuts. Hale shone his flashlight into Jake's car, making him squint.

He should be able to growl at the guy and scare him into behaving like a man and not a spoilt brat who did not know how to withdraw with dignity. His phone vibrated. Wade, a contact in the local police force. “Hey, Wade.” “Raven,” Wade was in the office, the noise behind him loud, voices and yells. “Nothing on Gregory Holmsworth that I know about, but I will put the word out, eh?” “Yeah, I would appreciate it. Thanks.” “Do you know what you are looking for? Might help if I could narrow it down some. Narcotics, Vice, homicide…?”

~Blake Pov~ As I entered the police station, anger simmered within me. How dare they accuse me of framing Derick for Anita's murder? It was clear as day that the person in the video was not Derick, and the incompetence of the police frustrated me. I couldn't help but vent my frustration, muttering under my breath about their lack of investigative skills. An officer overheard my comments and sternly warned me to watch my mouth and show respect.