Police Woman Anime Novels & Stories

He was about to turn around to go to his office, when his ears were suddenly blasted by the woman’s thunderous voice–completely contrary to the shy and reserved one that she showed him earlier. “No! I didn’t do it! I am a freakin woman! I don’t do such disgusting as murder!” The woman screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to resist the grip of the police officer who was helped by the others. “A woman can still commit a murder, ma’am.” The officer who came to Primo earlier replied to the woman who was even more pissed to hear those words. She was trying to get off from their grip and escape, with her legs even flying just to inflict difficulty on them to take her. Primo looked at the

The man wanted to be angry, but he couldn't even speak. "Mrs. Wijaya. I asked for a statement at the police station," said one of the policemen to the woman Vio rescued. "All right, sir. I'll be there." After taking the man by car, the policeman immediately left the place. Only Vio and the woman are left. "Thank you, girl. I owe you one," said the woman to Vio. Vio's face is not even worse than the man earlier. It's just that she still looks beautiful even though her face has many bruises.

He had seen the flyers with Luna’s face on it countless times that he was already pretty sure when someone looked just like the woman. “Where are we going? Can you call my family? How long has it been since I am away?” The woman kept on asking questions after questions but the policemen were extremely patient with her. They understood that she was ignorant of the things around her and as a police officer it is their duty to take care of the people in their country regardless of their mental capacity or characteristics. “Maam? Can you please tell us your name, your age, and where you live so that we can look into your data and see if we can find someone or a relative.” the woman pursed her li

his friend muttered. My mouth fell open. I stared at the woman the police were leading away. She didn’t look guilty. In fact, she was holding her chin high, as if she was better than everyone here. She didn’t fight the officers; she just walked like nothing mattered. I felt a strange mix of shock and anger. I turned to Blake, who was standing next to me, his eyes scanning the scene. “Did you hear that?” I asked quietly. “They said she ran a Ponzi scheme, took people’s money and—”

Polaris instinctively stepped back, her eyes drawn to the woman, who looked so familiar. The woman whispered comforting words to the girl, holding her close, as she finally looked up at Polaris. Her face softened with a smile, but there was something in her eyes—a recognition, maybe, or something else. It wasn’t a warm greeting, just a kind acknowledgment. “Thank you for helping her,” the woman said, her voice smooth and composed. Polaris nodded, a polite but distant smile on her lips. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad she’s okay.”

There was no point in feigning innocence within a matter I'd been familiar with since birth. "Ross said they would." "Yes, well, Ross's smart." Amalia began but was interrupted. A plump woman with chin-length black hair and an intensely yellow jacket that read 'POLICE' knocked on the window of Amalia's driver's side. With her hands nestled at the top of her jacket, she held a scowl while gesturing for Amalia to lower the window. She did. "You the one who was driving?" the policewoman asked, her accent thick.

"Spill it, Maya. I don't have time for this." "I tried calling you several times to inform you, but you didn't answer." Maya spoke quickly and clearly, she realized her boss wasn’t the usual calm boss so she was avoiding any slip up. "A police officer was at the scene when it all happened. He witnessed the whole thing. Shortly after you had called me, he came in and took the perpetrator into custody." She paused to let the information digest. "And ma'am, it was not a man. It was a woman."

What was the woman's motive for going to the forest? If indeed she was attacked by a beast, why was there no sign of resistance from the woman? Apart from the bite wound on the neck, there were no other wounds such as scratches on her body. How could that be? When the police were investigating the scene, 3 people were seen approaching the police. A man with two slightly odd-looking women, silver daggers tucked between their clothes. "Sorry, sir and madam. You can't be here," the policeman stopped them. A man who came with the two women drew closer to the police. "Sir… Merlin. Looks like you're working on a rather disturbing case. We'll help out."

Annabelle said, then rushed to hug the cold boy, “Oh no, you are hot! Let’s get you home.” “Hold on a second.” The woman said, “Let me get my keys. I can give you a ride before you both pass out.” “Oh, thank you!” Annabelle forced her pulse to still as she smiled. The woman nodded her head, then tucked her cigarette into her pocket. She then turned to head to her desk and grabbed her keys when the two officers turned on the t.v. “Oh, so you do have time to laze around?” She said to Marus, her partner.

I replied firmly. The officer continued, "Do you know them?" "No," I said, my brow furrowing as I pieced together the image. "But I remember some details. It was a woman, about forty years old, with curly hair and a mole on her left cheek." The officer nodded, jotting down my description. "We'll begin the investigation immediately." Behind us, Anita's body suddenly stiffened. Her eyes widened in shock, and the blood drained from her face. Without warning, her legs gave out, and she collapsed against Richard. Her trembling hands clutched at his waist like a lifeline.