Police Romance Books Novels & Stories

All I had was a mysterious sense of calm. Perhaps his regret was real, but so what? I was no longer the wife he used to hide his true intentions, and I did not want to become his salvation after his regret. “Miss Dawn.” The regular customer called out to me again, waking me from my thoughts. I turned to see him standing next to my table. He was here again today, offering me an intricate leather-bound file. “...I won’t join you,” I declined coldly without even looking at the documents inside.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

A furious Lorenzo waiting for us to return. Victoria. Lucien. His anger towards me and mine for him.. The bat, His car. My words and his. His lips, My mouth. His touch, My body, His body. Oh god! I groaned, throwing my head back against the pillow. I broke up with him and then I slept with him a few hours later. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with him? I had broken up with him, smashed up his car and he still came looking for me and climbed into my bed?

Judy despised Heather to the core hence she naturally agreed to collaborate with Sophia. Sophia requested Judy to keep watch on Heather and Christina’s every move. Her plans could go smoothly if she had leverage against them. Judy agreed without hesitation. Although the police had listed Ninth Brother as a wanted criminal, Michael knew this would take some time to come to fruition. The efficiency of the police department had declined lately. Besides, the crime committed by Ninth Brother was not too grave. The Interpol had numerous similar cases like this to deal with and they could be occupied with other affairs for the time being.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

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.

She was talking about the budget, about the schools, about anything but the truth. Alex walked past her, took the microphone from her hand. Her eyes went wide. The cameras swung toward him. The murmuring from the crowd died into something that felt like the silence before a storm. "I'm Alex Marchetti," he said. His voice was steady, but his hands were shaking. "I was a detective with the city police for seven years. Until the people I worked for decided I was easier to frame than to trust." He looked at the building behind him. At the windows where the Mayor was probably watching, probably already on the phone with his lawyers, probably trying to figure out a way to spin this.

Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed

The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes. And the funny thing was, that I thought I had my life together until I met her. Sarina. That sexy, mysterious woman who just screwed with my mind to the point that I couldn't wait till I would next see her. She was confident, bold, and drop-dead gorgeous… She was everything I liked in a woman. She liked to play… And she liked to play dirty. Sarina made me believe that love existed, even for a criminal like me. But life comes at you fast.

Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about. Heat climbed to my face, and I slammed the box shut, taking a deep breath before risking a second look. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. Whilst I enjoyed reading all forms of literature, I wasn’t this wild about erotica. Should’ve totally kept my big mouth shut. On the bright side, all the books were labeled bestsellers, so I could only hope they were well written. I walked over to the second box