Novel & Cerita Police Officer Romance Books

I sipped the coffee and relaxed back to the headboard, "What rumors?" "Somebody must've seen us at the jewelry shop, Clara mentioned the post was saying that someone saw me go there with a woman. It's on one of the fan pages, I thought you're still on it?" He must've seen me blush as I thought about all the stuff I said on that fan page. Though most of them are reviews of his books, discussions about the plot, but there are some that were about our longing for him. Our as in we were discussing how hot looking the author of the book is.

"What are the two of you doing?!" The man immediately let go of Skylar and said with a smile, "Officer, I'm on a date with my girlfriend. Why? How is that breaking the law?" The police sneered and responded, "A date? Someone reported that there’s an inappropriate transaction happening here!" "We're not! We're a couple that's deeply in love!" the man said hastily. "Then tell me, what's her name?" the policeman asked with a sneer on his face.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 15 Even the attendant couldn't help but gasp. Lewis Flyheart is actually kissing a girl Is that even possible?? Almost everyone present at the park videoed them kissing so deeply Lewis never wanted to let go. The moment his lips landed on hers. Gosh! It was heavenly and divine Just like a chocolate cake wrapped in carmel cream;The flavour of her lips is second to none

Besides, the tales within its pages were merely figments of her imagination. The title of her book was "Unsuccessful Rivalry". The male lead of the story was a police officer who had sustained severe injuries that left him both crippled and blind. He was devoted to his first love. The female lead, a nurse responsible for caring for the male lead, fell for him at first sight. During her time as his nurse, she tried to leverage the situation to her advantage. She used a range of methods to seduce him and even resorted to dirty tactics to undermine his relationship with his first love. The female lead was obsessed with the male lead, but his heart belonged unwaveringly to his first love.

"He watches me sleep." Damiano coughed, but I ignored him again. "He thinks being possessive is a personality trait. He once tried to tell me what to wear. He sends people after me. Thesoj of a bitch follows me around. And now he apparently sends the police to interrupt dates." "It's not a date," Damiano corrected. "Shut up." "It's technically coffee." "Damiano." "I'm helping." The officers looked genuinely apologetic now. "We're sorry, ma'am," one of them said awkwardly. "We weren't aware of the full situation."

Sophia felt every thick pulse as he filled her. He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, before slowly pulling out. Cum immediately began leaking out of her and running down her ass onto the hood of her patrol car. Jax looked down at her uniform half undone, pussy dripping with his cum, face flushed and smirked. “You’re mine now, Officer,” he said. “Whether you want to admit it or not.” Sophia lay there on the hood of her own police car, cum leaking from her, heart still racing.

I notice the way he strides to her and how his lips twitch to give a little assuring smile to show that she's safe. Damn. My police officer looks really hot tonight, just like the last time. Shit, he saw me like this. I get onto my legs with a groan. My head hurts like hell due to the damn hit, and I cuss that man in my mind. As everything's sorted out and the woman is safe, I try to walk out of the store while holding my head. But I get pulled from behind by Officer Damian. He looks so mad, and his forest green eyes look darker than the last time I saw them.

“Are you reading some case files?” “Yes, it’s the Johnson one.” “Oh! I’m in that team too. Let me see too.” Saying so, I walked around the desk and settled on his lap. He was surprised for sure, but didn’t protest. I pretended to read the file, but my true intention became evident as I slowly began to grind against his lap. The file was quickly forgotten as our breaths grew heavy. I continued to move, feeling the prickle of his stubble on my bare shoulder through the thin strap of my dress. I was still wearing the same dress.

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…