Polisi Ganteng Novels & Stories

This was a man who only responded to strength. “Let’s start again,” he said jovially, striding forward offering his hand, his wet and graying hair falling almost into his eyes. “I’m Garret Wilson. The Chief of Police for this fine city.” He was tall and strong, clean shaven but with a face becoming rugged. He looked fit, yet his belly had rounded slightly, and it was clear what muscle he had was built through intentional effort, not actual work. When he stopped in front of me I stared at that extended hand for a moment, then looked him right in the eye. “I don’t touch humans,” I said through my teeth.

the Police said and he just shook his head. "Obviously, you saw but you are not sure who is them, İ have a lot of women you know that change every night," he said and the police were just laughed full of sarcasm ."Oh really, İ don't think you are not hot enough to makes them stay with you, Am I right, they just closed to you because of your power did you know about that," the police said and he just nodded.

A pleasant masculine voice called out next to Gillian, jolting her out of her sadness. Gillian turned to her right, and at that moment, a white and clean handkerchief filled her vision. Gillian stared at the handsome policemen in shock. “Huh?” Isn't she his criminal? Didn't he know her blackened reputation? How could he give her his handkerchief? Gillian finally paid attention to the policeman. He was a gentle-looking handsome man in his late twenties, and his hair fell on his forehead, giving him the vibe of a prestigious scholar.

He opens the door carefully on my side. "Ma'am, are you okay? What happened? Are you drunk?"He asks me with a worried face and examines my body for any injury. He is a young and good-looking police officer. That uniform is fit for every curve of his firm body. I love uniforms and when I see this close to me I can't deny that it is very attractive.

Ivanka said. "You first! I'm a bit awkward when it comes to dealing with the police." Jayden grinned. "You think I don't?" Ivanka widened her eyes. after pushing each other, Ivanka gave in and walked ahead to one of the rooms, where the Police received reports from the public. Jayden's red hair and fair complexion made several of the officers turn to look at him. Especially, several female police officers were amazed by Jayden's handsome face. "Whoaaa, like a Korean artist, huh?" A policewoman whispered to her colleague.

He asked. “Sure, we can,” I replied, already expecting that, and then took out my identity card and handed it to the police officer. He looked at my face and then at the card, checking it, and then chuckled. “Nothing much here, miss,” he said. “Quite the contrary, I would say everything is in order. It’s just that your ID photo can’t do justice to your beauty, miss,” the officer said, smiling at me kindly.

Two uniformed policemen came into her room, shortly after she arrived at the hospital, to ask questions. Officer Cook and Adams looked like complete opposites. Cook was middle-aged, balding, and overweight, whereas Adams was young, ripped, and handsome with his full head of wavy blonde hair.

someone said over a loudspeaker. It seemed I recognized the owner's tone of voice. He indeed often represents the police, especially the East Java Regional Police, as a spokesperson. Yes, he was the Head of Public Relations of the East Java Regional Police, Grand Commissioner Police (GCP) Franz Labossy. Hearing that, the reporters rushed closer to the press conference table. There was a black band that divides the stage and the media. Five people are sitting parallel there. The first was, of course, GCP Franz and four other policemen - who seem to be the division of drugs, criminals, intelligence, and laboratories.

As I examine it, the police enter and I pocket the pendant. "Good afternoon Mr. Sage." One of the police officers offers his hand to me as he enters the server room. He is short and his uniform barely fits him. He has a bulbous nose, a receding hairline, and a terrible haircut. He should sue his barber. Nevertheless, he seems nice and bubbly, unlike his associate. "Not very good officer considering what has just happened," I say to him while shaking his hand.

Aria did as told, pressing the button until the window slid down. When she looked up, her gaze lingered on the police officer. His jaw was strong, his nose well-defined, and his lips full, all framed by striking eyes beneath neatly trimmed dark hair. There was a rugged handsomeness to his face, the kind that drew attention without effort. Broad shoulders filled out his uniform, and his tall frame carried an easy confidence that made him stand out at once. Aria’s body reacted instantly. Heat flooded between her thighs as her cunt pulsed, growing wet with need, while her nipples hardened beneath her top, aching for attention.