Novel & Cerita The Novel And The Police

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

The heat of his body against mine, the way his fingers traced soothing circles on my back—it cracked something deep inside my chest. Then the police flooded the warehouse, taking the criminals. “Thank you, Professor Winsley,” I whispered.

Even now, he still firmly believed Carol was the real rich heiress. After all, she was the one spending money on him. And more importantly, she was the heroine of the novel, while he was the hero. From the very first page to the very last, the hero and his heroine were always meant to be on the same side. That was simply how the story worked. The students around us sucked in sharp breaths and instinctively backed away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire. Right then, the principal, Mr. Ian Bradley, hurried over after hearing the commotion.

Besides, I already knew this world was part of a novel, on a story centered around Paul, so calling the police wouldn't have mattered as much as letting him handle it. Just as I began to finally relax, I heard two soft knocks at the door. "Food delivery's here!" My heart skipped a beat. I looked up, ready to stop him, but the retired officer had quietly moved to the door, his hand on the handle. Muttering to himself, he said, "Huh… I don't remember ordering food." I panicked and blurted out, "Don't open the door!" Alas, it was too late. The moment the door clicked open, the killer rushed in with the chainsaw.

If Janice was to know all that I had planned out for her, she would beg me to turn this car around. We arrived at the beach and I let Janice rent a beach house. Although the police might not be looking for me, I still have to be careful... so I don't get caught. I do think the reason why I'm not seeing my picture displayed on tv, in the news… is because Janice already ended the story that I was the villain in. Right now, I only continued it... but for the police to want to catch me, it means Janice has to continue the book and let the police catch me.

____Flashback Ends____ Nova is looking at the police in shock; she is not saying anything and is not crying. "He met by accident in the highway jungle. Maybe he collides with his car and the tree. "A car and person burned in a fire as well." The police revealed the piece of information. Nova exhaled, and tears began to drop from her eyes. Lilly shut her mouth with her hand. Lyra and Paul shared a look. "I have got James's ID on the street, and we find that he is living here." "Sorry for losing, Mr. James is no more." The policeman bent his head and said the pity thing.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"Mr. Novak, your wife had a sudden episode! She's unstable. Please come to the hospital immediately!" "Is she okay?" Nicholas shot up, grabbing his coat and rushing toward the door. "Mrs. Novak is in the ER. We'll discuss details when you arrive!" Nicholas reached for the doorknob as the call ended. He hesitated, feeling the weight of a loaded gun in his pocket. It was a tempting deterrent, a promise of defense. But using it meant wading into a deeper swamp. Every shot, every bullet casing left behind, would be another clue for the police to follow, a neon sign pointing straight back to him and his tangled web of secrets with Jameson.