Roleplay Cop Novels & Stories

“Is this even a thing in South. A?” “Yes. It is.” She smiled. “This case will do great things to my career. I’m a lawyer turned cop, it’s been a little hard but I’m good at my job. Keeping you alive will be my priority. If we work together, all this will be over before you know it, and you are guaranteed a real job after. I’m not asking you to work with me, you’ve been chosen already, all I’m asking us for you to not look so scared of me at work. I’m not a monster.”

"Hi, I'm Officer Mason Harrison with the Laurel Springs Police Department, and I'm also known as Menace with the Moonshine Task Force." Fuck me, this guy is a cop. No wonder his body is to die for and he made me open up so easily on our date. I wish I could tell you that I paid attention to everything he said in the next forty-five minutes, but the truth is I don't. I just listen to his voice, watch his amazing ass, and try to figure out how to tell him I want to see him again. Every excuse I've given myself is now out the window. Now that I've had a chance to see him, touch him, and look into those amazing eyes of his again. I'm done running, done hiding. I want it all.

His hands were in his pockets too, but not from fear, just readiness. Alex stopped pacing and glared at him. “You’re late.” Roland smirked. “You’re nervous.” “The job should have been done by now,” Alex snapped, stepping closer. “What exactly is the problem? Hmm? Why am I still waiting?” Roland let out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re not listening, Alex. The whole city is crawling with cops. They’re looking for me. They’re looking for her killer. Acting now would be suicide. You think this is some easy street hit? New York isn’t safe anymore.”

Two guys without their cop uniform enter the room, one of them is a women in her mid-thirties and the other is another woman in her earlier middle age year, one slim and sexy but she try to hide it with her professionalism facade and the other female with a cop of some kind of liquid having that annoying vibe about I don’t care about being feminine, with the its none of your business kind of look, funny enough the sexy one is that old hag and the other whatever her problem is, the young one comparing to her partner, who is definitely the boss for whatever reason it may be silly or not, I can just feel it in my guts. While my life is at the mercy of those two detectives, in another place fil

Shoes too polished for this muddy hellscape. They look like they walked off a noir film set. One reaches into his coat. I stop breathing. He pulls out a badge, holding it up. My stomach drops. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Those aren't Bratva. They're cops.

At last, her act of rebellion was to be struck down, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle. “You’re under arrest.” Celeste’s eyes widened, as the cop unzipped in front of her. Out popped his huge cock and heavy sack. The cop leaned over and breathed heavily on her neck, as Celeste’s hand instinctively reached out to cradle his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Full...” Celeste said. “Today isn’t all about you. It’s also about me, and what I want to do. I’m going to have a bit of fun with you, girl.” The cop told her.

At last, her act of rebellion was to be struck down, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle. “You’re under arrest.” Celeste’s eyes widened, as the cop unzipped in front of her. Out popped his huge cock and heavy sack. The cop leaned over and breathed heavily on her neck, as Celeste’s hand instinctively reached out to cradle his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Full...” Celeste said. “Today isn’t all about you. It’s also about me, and what I want to do. I’m going to have a bit of fun with you, girl.” The cop told her.

The cop finally stands in front of us. I'm so angry right now at Ashar's stubbornness that I ignore the fear-feeling in my heart. I want to show my resistance to Ashar that I'm not going to fall for his fake acting. "Yes." I answer. "What's the problem?" The middle-aged, dark haired cop asks looking at me, then Ashar. "Hello, sir." Ashar greets him in a casual tone. I look at him in incredulity. He doesn't even look slightest bit intimidated.

“I don’t have one, I’m not a real cop I’m an actress…” “Turn around and put your hands on the hood now!” yelled Danny, losing his patience and interrupting Brandi. The actress had to admit it sounded a little far-fetched. She turned around and assumed the position, deciding she was best off just going along with the cop for now, and sorting things out back at the station.

Ten -- Iseoluwa I was dressed totally in black as usual when I bumped into fake cop. Wait, what? He is really a cop! "I can't believe you are a cop." I muttered with a smirk. "I did tell. At least my uniform did justice to your disbelief." He boasted as I huffed. "I am pretty sure you are a rookie. A new recruit." I retorted with a wink as he frowned. "You look like a serial killer with that tongue of yours and the overall black. I am suspicious." He whispered the last part as I laughed. You were damn right.