Roleplay Cop Novels & Stories

I could see the outline of the cop as he stepped out of his vehicle, adjusting his belt, walking toward us. Ronan took a slow breath. “Just keep your head down.” I didn’t respond. My fingers curled into fists in my lap. The cop reached the driver’s side and knocked on the window. Ronan rolled it down, his expression neutral. “Good evening, officer,” Ronan said smoothly. “Evening.” The cop leaned in slightly, his flashlight cutting through the dim interior of the car. “You were going a little fast back there.” Ronan gave him a polite, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. We’re just passing through.”

I'm getting too old for this and I'm only thirty-two. If anyone told me when I signed up to catch bad guys that being a cop consisted of eighty percent report writing, ten percent putting up with political bullshit, and ten percent catching bad guys, I would have decided on tree trimming. I come from a long line of men in law enforcement and they omitted a few details about this job. I stare down at the words in my report from my standing position. Victim: Maddy Hilcox Gender: female Date of Birth: 07/24/1993

“ You've got a job to do.” Camila unfolded the bundle to reveal a police uniform, complete with a badge and a hat. This was her uniform and these men she just fucked, were suppose to be criminals. She was supposed to arrest them but instead got fucked by them first. “Damn, you look hot in that,” Van commented, his eyes roaming over her body. “Almost makes me want to get arrested more often.” Lopez chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Alright, officer, we’re ready for you to take us in. Make sure you read us our rights and everything.”

Orion replied, pushing his hair backward, away from his forehead. “Who's going in first?” The cop demanded, scanning the faces of everyone, but just as he got to that of Elysia, he heard a familiar voice, one that came without fear. It was that of Orion. “I'll go,” he answered, stretching a hand towards the cop who gave him the pistol; it was a silver coloured Desert Eagle Mark XIX, and just as he held on to the first stairs he looked down, swallowing hard. “At least I've got nothing to lose.”

The cop struggles to move but I pin him down with my arms, waiting for his jerking movements to stop. “Get off me!” he yells, “you have no idea how much strength I can amass.” I scoff. Not much power for a cop amassed in those arms, to be brutally honest. Except for the beard and the moustache, he looks – and acts – like an amateur cop. Like someone who only worked night duties guarding the station. I don’t have the patience to be patient with him. When he finally stills, I wait for five full seconds before I release him, letting go of his hands and giving him a little shove.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” My mouth went completely dry. Of all the cops on duty in this county tonight, it had to be him. “Officer Malakai,” I stammered, my cheeks already burning with embarrassment. “I… I didn’t know it was you. I was just in a hurry after a fight with Mom and I wasn’t thinking straight and—” He cut me off with a single raised hand, his expression shifting into full cop mode — calm, professional, and utterly intimidating. “License and registration. Now.”

"Are you sure you are a cop?" "Of course I am. I was young once. Now scram you rascals." "Yes sir!" "This is going to be epic!" "That has to be the coolest cop ever!" "Make sure you record it!" As the group of clubgoers disappeared off into the distance. The cop smile placing his hands on his hips. "We are going to get some awesome calls tonight! HAHAHA." 'God I should have been an actor." "Sir sir We were told about a shoo-"

The cop shifted into his seat, though dressed in a casual trouser and a button down white shirt for he was an inspector- undercover cop as mentioned in his identity card he'd shown him when he arrived. He moved forward and stared at him judging him to scare him and asked "Did you skip off human trafficking, drug dealing, skin selling by mistake or you are purposely hiding it from me." "Have you lost your mind? What are you saying?" Edwin roared, "Never in least thoughts would I do any of these businesses. "Nice facade Mr. Edwin I should say. Why don't you try Hollywood? You'll give tough competition to Robert Pattison or Tom Cruise" he said sarcastically.

CARMEN “Miss Carmen Cartier?” One of the cops, a tall and burly man, raised his brow to get confirmation of my identity. I looked at my mom, panic crossing my eyes. She blinked at me. Even without saying a word, I could tell what she was telling me just by looking at me. Act natural. I cleared my throat, looking back at the officer as I answered, “That would be me.” “I’m Officer Dunlop. LAPD.” He showed his ID card to me and my mom, gestured at the other officer beside him. “This is Inspector Bridgers.”

It was a pattern that repeated. “Molly Easter?” The first cop approached, showing me his badge. This was the one I didn’t already know. He had sandy-brown hair, looking like he could fit in at a country club or in the middle of a shoot-out. Pretty blue eyes. White. His nose had been broken at some point in his life. There was a dip on the bridge. The other cop who came with him was the opposite in a lot of ways. Dark features. Hair. Eyes. There was a dangerous air that surrounded him, a bit more than his partner.