Novel & Cerita Roleplay Cop

Inalok niya ako ng upuan sa harap ng lamesa niya kaya tinanggap ko ito. "I think you already know what your job here but I will tell you again. It's nice that you already have a background since you are a famous soldier without a face and gender. How amusing it is. While on duty you covered your identity? But you will not do the same thing here. You're now a cop and this is your identity now," he said while still smiling. No a creepy smile. I only listened to him and looked seriously.

After a pause, I snap, “What?” “I didn’t say anything.” “That’s the thing with you, Paolo. You don’t have to.” “It’s just, back there … It was almost like you felt sorry for him.” Well, it can’t be fun being tied to a chair and beaten to a bloody pulp. “I’d never feel sorry for a Romano,” I growl. “I was just playing a role. Good cop.” “Ah.” Paolo sips his whiskey. “Makes sense.”

the female cop asked. I glanced at Kate, waiting for her to respond, but the female cop made it clear that the question was directed at me. I sighed and pointed to myself. "Oh, me? My name's Adrian. Is there a problem?" "Yes, I knew it! Finally," the cop mumbled. She appeared to be super excited when she heard my name. I stepped closer to her, my heart pounding after she had raised my blood pressure higher. "What’s the matter? Is there something you’re not telling us?"

The bald cop said, with his shiny badge, his cap and the leather boot, he looked like a cowboy from a movie than a police man but she brushed up off. "I want to make a report about a man, a mafia lord. A gang leader and a kidnapper and what's worse? He can disappear into walls." I explained and I saw the look they had on their faces. It wasn't a Perry or a cherry one "Wait what?" The cop mouth was wide open and his eyes widened. "My name is Zion, what's yours?" He asked me with a hand shake. "Please let's have a seat!" He offered, and I went on. "My name is Jasmine and yes, I am telling the truth."

I could not tell whether she was asking the medical examiner or herself, “Was Kara in pain?” The medical examiner covered her mouth and turned away, quietly wiping tears. Officer Zane clenched his teeth and took the report from her. “Moira, how are you supposed to investigate like this?” Mom grabbed his sleeve and forced down her trembling voice, “Wesley, no one in the city is better than me at criminal psychology. I can profile the killer right now!” Officer Zane nodded. “Then calm yourself first. We’ll hold a briefing shortly.” As I watched her take deep, shaky breaths, trying desperately to steady herself,

“You! You prick! You stole him from me! I saw you—I saw you kissing him at the motel and I wanted to set this whole fucking town on fire! Fuck you!” The cop who had been reciting him his rights finished and said, “Well, that pretty much wraps that up. Are you done confessing here, or can we get the rest at the station?” “Fuck you too,” snapped Brad. “Yeah, sure, kid,” said the officer, rolling his eyes. “Tell it to the judge.” The officer noticed Tom. “Hey, I’m Jake. Are you Tom?” “Yeah, why?” “The chief has been asking if you were here yet. He’s through that back door.” Jake gestured towards the kitchen.

He wanted to cuff me, saying I was disrupting public order with my behavior. I felt exasperated and shouted, "I'm the one who called the police!" Sylvia sneered triumphantly beside me. I struggled against the officer and said I still had other evidence. Hastily, I pulled out my phone to find it. But Sylvia lunged forward and yanked the phone from my hand before slapping me hard. The police stopped her. My phone hit the ground, and the video recording automatically started playing. Just as the police were about to take me away, Sylvia's voice came loud and clear from my phone speaker for everyone to hear.

he grinned. He had a point there. Sergei was as hardened a man as you could ever imagine and even though I was scared of nothing, I was scared as fuck of this dude. I was willing to bet he had over ten thousand bodies on his hands, whether directly or indirectly. “You’re up on the plan,” I asked, as he came to stand beside me. “Oh yeah. The fake cop thing, fucking genuis. That’s some shit I’d think of,” he said, punching my shoulder.

A cop made his way over to me with a notepad out. It looked like it was time for me to be interrogated. “Hello, Damon Walliams,” the cop said flatly, folding his arms. “If you don’t mind, I’ve got a few questions to ask you.” I drew out a deep breath, knowing this was inevitable, and there was no point delaying it any longer. I may as well get it out of the way and put myself in the clear. I needed to stay strong and keep fighting for Raven’s sake. Raven.

She shook her head at me and tried covering her laugh “Nikolay, you’re breaking the speed limit” “Oh, and what are they going to do? Give me a ticket?” At my question a cop’s siren went on and Kiara raised an eyebrow at me, I smirked and sped up for a little while longer before stopping the car on the side and letting the cop approach me and Kiara. His eyes widened when he saw us and he took a step back. Being a mafia don had it’s advantages. “Can I help you?” I asked the cop who shook his head at me.