Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Police Officers

a little girl with wide, terrified eyes and a silver necklace, being led away from a burning estate by police. Cassie Roglas. The girl I'd seen that night. The only witness to what really happened. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. After all these years, after all the searching, all the dead ends, she'd literally fallen into my hands. "Rafael?" Nicolas's voice pulled me back. "Who is she?" "Cassandra Roglas," I said quietly. "Daughter of Marcus and Elena Roglas." Nicolas's eyes widened in the rearview mirror. "The Roglas family? The ones who..."

one of the police officers received me with pleasant smiles. It was as if this is the first time he has been anxious to set eyes on me in reality. “Is that not Liam Blackwood? What is he doing here?” A murmur escaped into my ears but I didn't turn to see their faces. “Words can't describe how handsome he's. I mean…he is so perfect!” They added. I sat down frozen and I couldn't wait any longer as desperation etched my face. “Let's head to the detective’s office, Mr Blackwood,” one of the police officers stated.

He mentally slapped himself. “Please, have a seat,” she offered. He sat, nodding politely as she reached for a pair of glasses and slid them on—like it was her way of getting serious. “Your records speak volumes, Officer D’Angelo. That’s why I insisted that you be transferred to this precinct.” She stood up, and walked over to a shelf stacked high with files. After a brief search, she pulled down a pink one and returned to her seat. “Tell me, have you heard of the Romanos?”

Then she looked at me, understanding suddenly suffusing her eyes--a rare occurrence. She sighed, her voice starting gently, "I know the only reason you're not considering our escaping in my father's bags--don't look at me that way--Is because you don't want your family to get harmed by those mysterious Romanovs--hey, that rhymed, didn't it? Oh, I don't think it did. Bummer--sorry, I'll go on now. Yeah, and if you don't get married to Castello, Ardoo would be fated to do so--a vicious chain if you ask me. And knowing you, Em, you love your family so much you'd consider getting married to," she shuddered. "Captain butt grabber."

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

💊Ryan's POV 💊 The police was about taking me to my cell when someone called me. "Ryan." I turned to see Susan standing there with red puffy eyes so I pleaded with the officer to give me a few minutes with Susan before I am taken back to my cell and he agreed. "I'm sorry Susan, I know you warned me to be careful, you didn't want to see me hurt but I am sorry I had to do this, I couldn't just let..."

The Cop says with an angry look on his face. “You have to be kidding me! Who the hell said that, I even have receipts to prove my innocence!.” I say angrily to him. “Is there a problem here officer?” A deep voice says from behind me. “I have it all under control, sir, keep walking.” The police officer says without looking at the owner of the voice. When I turn around, I find out the voice belongs to Roman, my apparent fiancé from my past. “Thank God you are here. Please help me tell this officer that I will never shoplift and he's got the wrong person.” I say while heaving a huge sigh of relief.

Declan hated Police Officers. Gendarmerie. Despicable word. No one at the place could take a joke. Too often any he cracked landed him warnings. Honestly. Other people around him with light skin could say things without warning. He made a face at a Gendarme without thinking and received a glare in return. "Pfft á toi aussi!" he called after the officer. "Eh, garcon. Troubadour! Un appel au teléphone!” Blinking, Declan turned to the voice with a shocked expression, wounded. Why, why were people so mean to him all the time. Garçon was especially rude. Merxx. He took a deep

He keeps a possessive hand on my leg. A female police officer stands outside, her dark sunglasses hiding her eyes as she chews bubble gum loudly. My heart leaps with hope. My rescue. Mitch fumbles to open the window with trembling hands. “What’s the problem, officer?” he asks, attempting to sound innocent. The officer lowers her head, scrutinizing both of us. “This isn’t a makeout spot,” she states sternly. “Oh, I’m so sorry. My girlfriend and I,” he tilts his head toward me, “couldn’t stop ourselves. We’re just out for a romantic drive.”

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.