Roleplay Cop Novels & Stories

The cop’s eyes lit up with satisfaction. “Baby, I’m the kingpin of the Camorra. I warned you that there would be no point in trying to run away,” Marcello shrugged. “I own the entire force in the area. Cops work for us, keep us out of jail. They don’t help people who are involved with us.” He let out a low laugh. I could feel myself quivering, as I slowly moved my head to face the cop. Cops were supposed to be the people we trusted…

I tried to pull my arm from the cop's grip. "Look, you better come quietly, because if you resist, I'll cuff you." The cop threatened. "Don't be rough, Clayton! Go easy, this one's new." Ruby seemed to be friends with the cop. "And what's the newbie's name?" The cop asked. "Tata Blowjob! Oh, the guys are going crazy over what she does, you know. If you want, stop by later, colleague!" Ruby was pimping me out to the cop, who laughed.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Wait a minute, Miss Famous. Don’t go in there it could be a trap.” He remarked. “Let me go first, I am the cop, remember?” he said, flashing his badge. I rolled my eyes at him. He always acted like he was the man, and I was the damsel in distress. He forgot that I was a photographer and that I had seen my fair share of danger. I wanted to go in there and see what was inside. Maybe we could find the claw killer or some evidence.

Because you know I will be of use to you and you'll eventually pick me up. "No chance. " I keep walking, not talking to him, but he still doesn't leave. “How old are you. “ “Eighteen “ “Yeah, right. “ “I have no reason to lie to you. “ “Boy, you have all the reasons to lie to me. Besides, don’t you see I’m cop?” This time he snortned. It kind of pissed me off. “What’s so funny about this?” “You walking around telling everyone you’re a cop, while you’re working for the gang. “

His hair is disheveled and his beards are overgrown giving him the look of a lunatic. “Who the hell are you?” I demand, my fists up and ready to kick his ass, Judo style. “Look, I'm not gonna harm ya kid. I need some bourbon andsomehelp.” “What did you say?” “I need your help.” “Who are you?” “I'm a cop who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “You're the cop who killed Kingston.” It wasn't a question. “Allegedly.” He enunciates each letter like that's important to normal folks.

"I just sent you your role description. Hope you can handle it. Check it out." Bruno's eyebrows shot up as he read the message, his lips curling into a smirk as he read the words. A sexy, perverted cop? His mind raced with the idea, and a chuckle escaped him as he looked back at her. "And you're a crazy bunny criminal?" She bit her lip, nodding slowly, her eyes twinkling wildly. "You're not afraid of a little role reversal, are you?" Bruno let out a low laugh, the sound deep and appreciative as he glanced down at the cop uniform inside the package.

“Hello, officer, my name is Presley Brookmore. Cruz Hawley is my older brother’s best friend and we’ve been having an illicit and incredibly sexual affair for years. He’s been denying it because well, he’s seven years older than me and I was barely legal when we started sleeping together and my father would be pissed if he knew. We really get into role play. I mean really into it. Tonight, our scene was him being on a date and me interrupting the date, but I got a bit carried away because she was so much prettier than I was expecting, and I felt threatened a bit by her. I was only supposed to throw one glass of wine, and I threw two and ran off instead of waiting for him so he’s probably rea

Jealousy they say kills. "It was nice seeing you again, Rio," I said as I shoved his ass into a chair. "Larry, book him for snatch and grab. I found this on him too," I grunted and tossed the bag of cocaine to the uniformed cop standing around like he had nothing better to do. As if there weren't things like drugs, child kidnappings, or the mafia soiling our streets. Sometimes I feel like the police were given their uniforms so they could look pretty for the magazine.

"I am detective Jack Roderick. There are some few questions I would like to ask you, if you don't mind." The detective said quietly in a calm manner, with his facial expression indiscernible. Exactly not how I had expect it to be. Because the cops who had interrogated me before I moved in Galveston, generally had their faces stone cold. In the same professional manner, to make thieves scared. But this one seem quite different.

He’d trained me in diversion tactics and how to move blame elsewhere if the cops ever got close to my involvement with him. The detectives sat, and I stood behind my desk chair, showing superiority. They had come onto my turf, and I demanded their respect. Detective Willis pulled out a tablet and moved a stylus over the screen. “Mr. Carrington. Do you know the name, Sal Rossi?” “I do,” I said. Willis paused as if waiting for me to elaborate. The first rule when talking to a cop, only give them the most basic answers as possible. “Explain your relationship to Sal,” Harper said.