The Novel And The Police Novels & Stories

Her heartless heart was cold and without remorse. Shane heaved a sigh and closed the novel. "Nicole Sawyer, are you unrepentant just like your novel character?" Shane asked. "There is still no concrete evidence! You can't indict my client just because her husband was murdered the same way one of the characters in her novel was. She is a writer, she only did her job!" Atty Lewis yelled.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

Inspector Watson said, Under the cover of darkness, the police team surrounded the Cartel de Oro hideout. Felix, determined to see justice served, accompanied them. As they waited for the perfect moment to strike, tension filled the air, Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from inside the hideout, followed by a series of rapid exchanges. The police sprung into action, storming the premises. The criminals put up a fierce fight, but the officers were relentless in their pursuit of justice. In the midst of the problems, Felix managed to spot the notorious cartel leader, Lord Ronaldo, attempting to flee. Without hesitation, one of the cops and Felix chased him, their footsteps echoing through the narro

The officers listened attentively as Brenda and Carla detailed the weeks of torment they had endured, presenting the notes as evidence. Days turned into weeks as the police delved into their investigation, leaving Brenda and Carla on edge. Finally, a breakthrough came—a suspect emerged. The police identified Brenda’s stalker as the very same person responsible for her father’s untimely demise. They warned Brenda to be cautious, advising her to watch her back. Fear consumed Brenda as she retreated into the safety of Carla’s home. Her once vibrant life had been overshadowed by this relentless pursuit of darkness. The house became her fortress, a place where she felt shielded from the outside w

If the police couldn't believe me then I was ruined, that was my only hope. "It's a thriller story" I mumbled staring blankly at bodies which were lying there because of me. Even if I didn't want to kill them, they were there for me, and I was the ultimate reason for their death. "The main lead kills the people who hurt her and hides dead bodies until she gets caught by her lover..." "Hmm" He inspected the cover. "Interesting! you should take inspiration from the book you read." He smirked. It looked like it was normal for him to kill people. On the other hand, I can't even hurt people with words.

Maybe they already takes down all the police inside. "Hurry up!" The police ordered. "Where is the boy!" With fu strength, Jonathan grab the injured police on his neck and ask about Skye. He is the only remaining police alive after they killed all the cops assigned in that headquarters and heartlessly even takes down the soul of the inmates around. They wanted to work clean, so they make sure that no one could testify and see them. They shut down all the CCTVs, cameras and computers that would serve as an evidence. "U-upstairs" Replied by the bleeding police and after that heartlessly Jonathan shoot him on his head with the pistol he had on his left hand.

Just as I had expected I found nothybut books on those shelves and when I tried the drawers, I saw they were all locked. "Where are these locked?" "The police have the keys. " He said. "You know it's really strange that you chose to do a cop's job because you think they aren't doing it well. It might after all be a waste of time, Miss Dickson." "You know my name?" "I saw you when you entered, you introducwd yourself to the ones at the door. I was watching." "CCTV?" Not strange. I had expected more. "I should introduce myself. I'm Baker. I was his Cee Es Ooo..."

​I took a deep breath, and I made the only choice that could save me. ​I didn't give the book to Julian. And I didn't give it to the police. ​I turned and hurled the ledger back into the center of the lake, watching it sink into the deep, unreachable silt. ​"There is no truth," I whispered, turning back to Julian, my eyes burning with a new, dark fire. "There is only us." ​Julian’s face went pale for a split second before a slow, twisted smile spread across his lips—a look of pure, unadulterated pride. He stepped forward, putting his body between me and the police, claiming me even as the handcuffs clicked behind his back.

When the collar came off, it took a piece of my flesh with it. A police officer picked up my notebook, flipping through it with gloved hands. His expression grew darker with every page. Mom stared at the notebook. Then, like she'd gone insane, she abruptly lunged forward to grab it.

The baby sleeps in my arms. I hold her. I hold the locket. I hold the weight of everything that has happened. The lies. The poison. The chase. The end. The Sterling name is fading. Patricia is fading. The past is fading. But Eleanor is waiting. Nathaniel is healing. The baby is safe. I close my eyes. I let the dark take me. My phone buzzes. A text from Nathaniel. Where are you? The police are here. They want to talk about Patricia. Something has happened.