Novel & Cerita Roleplay Cop

the cop replied emotionlessly. “My name is Rose Rainer,” I said boldly, not heeding Arthur. The change was immediate. His posture shifted, his shoulders tightening as though something inside him had just aligned with what it had been looking for. Then he moved towards me. “You are under arrest.” His hand came for me. Arthur squared up and hit him before he could get to me. The impact should have floored him. The cop absorbed it with barely a step, his head turning slowly toward Arthur in a way that made something crawl under my skin.

the cop asked, irritation clearly visible in her grey eyes. What am I doing? I am here with my best friend. And instead of filing her complaint, I am lusting after the cop who is going to handle her case. “No. Sorry, I didn’t hear your question…” he looked at the badge on her chest, mentally appreciating the swell of her breast, “Miss Anya Mithra” She looked annoyed, “PSI” “Excuse me.” He smirked, amused by her irritation. “PSI Anya Mithra”

While this would look like a tragedy to the real world, the underground would see it as a wakeup call. The Mano Della Morte was hunting, and he was hungry. “Andre Bianchi was seen in Jersey three days ago,” one of the cops said as he thumbed through his cash. “I know.” I eyed the young cop, noticing the fire in his eyes. He had dark hair, broad shoulders, and the kind of build that screamed stealth and violence. “You keep tabs on him and report back to me, and I’ll throw you a bonus.” He smirked and nodded. The cops walked back over to their cars and leaned against the hoods to watch the show.

the shortest cop with the graying beard announces with what I presume is a loaded pistol at the side of his hip. I don't make any sudden moves. Or speak. I'm not supposed to intervene. Right? But, homicide? Dom murdered someone? Who? What the heck is happening? Two of the men stand closer to the table. One of them is already cuffing Dominico. The shorter cop, the one who seems to be in charge, is monotonously reminding Dominico of his rights. “A-Aspetta!” [Wait!] I struggle to keep still, pushing down the impulse to scream and run towards Dom.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

She know about Jay Williams, the man who can do anything for power. Alex had spent a month in Ameica, and he was starting to think that his new life was much simpler than his own. Now that he was in deep with the dirty cops at the precinct he thought for sure that he would be finding cover ups and dirty deals left and right, but that wasn't exactly the case. In fact, most of the cops on the Maddens payroll were very good at their jobs and did everything by the book aside from the occasional cover-up of some rival gang member turning up dead. Look like Alexander Madden most of all seemed to truly care about the people under his watch and he always took the fall if something came up a little t

When I stepped inside, I saw that Beta John wasn’t alone. “Eliza! What a surprise!” Arthur exclaimed, standing up to greet me. “Off duty already? Is being a cop that easy? If so, I’ve clearly come to the right place,” I teased. “Are you here to report something? Did something happen?” John asked, looking concerned. “Oh yeah, I’m here to report a crime. Write this down—the perp’s name is William Stone,” I said, joking. But John looked even more serious. “Sir, I’m reporting for duty.”

Maybe one day he was going to help me. “And that one with a blue suit...” He said, directing my attention towards another one, and I followed his gaze. “I see him,” I answered when I spotted the guy. He looked like an office nerd who knew nothing about crime and loved watching soccer. “That’s Lorenzo Lombardi. He’s the COP in the government police department. He helps when one of us has trouble with the law,” he answered. I didn’t take notes of that one because he wasn’t of any use.

Trigger warning: language, mention of rape, mention of trauma and shock POV Willa I decided to go with trauma victim. I know, cliche as hell but I'll do what I've go to do. So I perfected my glazed over look and stopped talking. Not focusing my eyes on anyone or anything. "Sweetie, we need your name so we can call your parents." the cop tried yet again. You'd think after an hour, he'd be sick of this. I know I am. Suddenly, another cop came over and fingerprinted me. I tried to resist them but I couldn't fight them too much or I'd lose my cover.

The Adams walk in like nothing just happened, like I was the only one who heard a freaking gunshot. We are all still laying on the floor until I hear the pull of chairs , signaling that they are sat and need serving . Everyone stood up abruptly on their feet , like nothing had freaking happened. I joined them , my hands trembling as I poured the hot water into the coffee cup before Ryder , Cain’s junior brother. I could feel him staring daggers into me , I tried so hard to focus on the cup not to spill hot water on him but my hands were failing me . I walk back to the line up of maids in uniform and stood next to the curly haired black girl that pulled me down earlier.