The Novel And The Police の小説・ストーリー

I mean, yeah, this was not the best time to indeed chill. After hearing the loud shout of the furious vice principal, the cop had nothing to do but to obey what he wanted. Breaking his ethics and principle as a police, he ran back inside the building to perhaps call either the detective or the officer in charge on this case (if this was really a case.) A few minutes had passed, about three to approximately six minutes, the officer came back, still running, but this time, there followed behind him the detective who had been chosen to handle all the murder cases that took its toll inside this university. It was no other than Noel Hummingbird. With his while disposable elastic gloves and blue d

His voice was filled with menace. This damn pervert, clearly knew in her heart that he was her only man, but kept repeating this stupid question over and over. She didn't know, what did this man really want from her? Her brain was completely blank. Inside pure white, there were only sweetness and pain. All weaved a colorful brocade. Jenny still remembered Their bizarre relationship began that day… The high-pitched sirens of the police cars approached and approached the chaotic crime scene. Looked like a lot of people had died.

When we were done buying the whole mall, I helped Calista in putting all the items into the car and we zoomed off. We were off on the road, singing loudly at the top of our voice to the ridiculous high pitched song Calista had turned on. My eyes went to the rearview, and Instantly it got a Van. One I knew clearly. "That Van is fucking following us, Octavia!" Calista half yelled. TBC Hey lovelies.... I'm so thrilled to reveal that I'll be uploading a new book of mine. It's about a bomb squad (terrorist) and a homicide policewoman named Elsa.

am so full,just had an ice cream,and I've gotten the books I need from the library,gosh I feel sooo good" I heard police siren,wonder what wrong. They are going in direction of my dorm "wait is something wrong ?" I hasten my pact,on getting to the dorm,I saw everywhere crowded now am having a bad feeling I just hope all is well "Gosh she was murdered cold blooded," "wait murdered? Who was murdered?" I asked one of the people "it someone from room 39" "what? I hope it not Cherry" "Who's Miss Matilda Frances" one of the policemen asked "here" I replied "you are under arrest for the murder of Benita Gabriel" "wait what? I just become a murder.....

But they were like a hydra, for every camera lens pushed back, two more glinted in the grey light. Some pressed forward, their camera flash now popping with an aggressive, staccato rhythm that made Noah flinch. Others were reasoning with the policemen, begging for a peek or some details. Their notebooks made sounds as they wrote down every little thing they heard. It didn’t feel like they were recording a scene; it felt more like they were prying. Noah pulled himself closer, shivering more and more. He brought his gaze back to the police man in front of him who was drumming his fingers on the table beside him waiting for an answer to a question that Noah, unfortunately, did not hear.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

“You have to calm down, Rex. My goodness, you look as if you've encountered a ghost. When we get home, I'll find a way to cook you lunch and you'll be back to yourself in no time.” I glanced at him in anger as the car whizzed past a bend. We were driving very fast, and I took a glance backwards, grateful for the fact that the police weren't on our tail. New Kingston was a very lawless place, but when you didn't have the police in your pocket, things were always bound to get messy. And why was he talking about lunch? We had murdered a few men for crying out loud. Innocent blood–not exactly innocent, of course, but it was still murder regardless.

I could barely see the girl's face, since she had it all covered with her hairs, her head bowed down. What a suspisious look. I tried to read her mind, before I got interrupted. Passing by, a man talked on with his companion. "So I spoke with Sven and guess what he told me? He said it's a murder case." I stopped in mid track as I heard the word's that fall out of the man's mouth. I read him. A police officer of The Department of Crime from New York police station.

“You think she’ll choose you after this?” Noah didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. She turned back toward me, and this time her face was twisted in something sharp and angry. She moved too fast for words, reaching and lunging. I didn’t react. I didn’t need to. Noah caught her wrist mid-air. Gently, but firmly. “Enough,” he said. She struggled against him for a second, then sagged. And that’s when the police arrived. Two officers. Calm and direct. They walked into the room without hesitation. One of them read her the charges as the other pulled her arms behind her back. Murder. Fraud. Attempted poisoning. Conspiracy.

Vincent stood frozen, his claws dripping and his eyes blazing gold—while Maria’s lifeless body lay at his feet. On his other hand, he held the journal—it was writing on its own once more. The words glowed in blood-red ink: “Chapter Two Hundred and One: The Bride’s Arrest.” The police lights flashed intensely as guns were raised and voices shouted, “Hands up!”