Polisi Novels & Stories

Maria asked as they stopped. "They were right there," the police officer replied, looking awkwardly at the spot where he had seen the dead body of two people who were important to Maria. He turned to his partner. Another police officer dressed in the proud colors of blue and white and repeated the same words he had told Maria, "they were right there."

The windshield of the car worked non-stop, Cars were coming your way... Creature: Cursed. Policeman: I will get rid of you. Hikary: I'm going to kill him. Creature: No..., it won't... They got there..., devouring them. Police Corps: Don't let them get close... Cars were attacked and ambushed. Police Corps: I'll stop you. Cornering and ambushing cars... Policeman: I'm going to crush him. He managed to get into the car.

, William asked curiously. “Mmm-this name is Ken Li from M city”, the police answer casually before getting out of his car and heading towards the rest of his colleagues. He didn’t even look back to acknowledge the old man, maybe if he did, he would realized that he left behind a frozen statue of a human being.

" I have Officer Smith's cell phone number. If I remember correctly, he works in this police station.

Voices. The police.

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.

his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes. "She's being dramatic," Hayden muttered, his uncle laughing at his reaction. Then, his uncle's eyes fell on me, and I felt a slight tension in the air. I noticed that the police cars here were different. Their flashing lights were only blue, and the cars themselves were white, adorned with a blue and yellow design on the doors. The officers wore a distinct uniform, with a cap bearing the word 'Police,' a dark blue shirt covered by a vest with the same inscription, black pants, and black boots.

pumps, for lack of a better term. “Aunt Teya and I coordinated,” Kaileeh informed me. I looked between the both of them. “Open the other bag,” Kaileeh urged. Opening the other bag, I wanted to disappear. Inside was a pair of handcuffs, a whip, and eatable body paint. I dropped all of it back into the bag and groaned, mortified. I knew this shouldn’t be such a big deal considering I’d already had sex with Jarren. What made it so bad was the thought of other people knowing we had sex, or well, would have sex.

The police four-wheel drive crackled up the gravel, a slow circle beneath the ghost gum’s pale shade. Chris Michaels, crouched on the front steps with potting soil under his nails, looked up. He wiped his hands on his jeans and stood. The driver’s door swung wide. A blonde woman in a Queensland Police uniform adjusted her cap and took the path in measured strides. “Mr. Michaels?” Her voice was even, practiced. “That’s me,” Chris said. “What’s going on?”