Novel & Cerita Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police

Raw hot tarred road damages my joints and tendons. But I immediately get up. Walking like a zombie, I advance towards the crashed vehicle. The police watch in awe. The driver is already unconscious, so my work is made easy. Retrieve the bag and head to the meeting point. I pick the bag up and step forward as the policeman points his gun at me. “Put your hands behind your back!” he shouts. And in seconds I get arrested. “Please sir, can I make a phone call?” I plead with the policeman. Shock overwhelms him when he sees the desperation I use in pleading, so he uncuffs me and gives me ten minutes.

"You! What else do you have to say for yourself?" Jim was escorted out of the office building by two police officers with shiny handcuffs locked around his wrists. He was still struggling. "Let go of me! I'm the property manager! I didn't do anything! What grounds do you have to arrest me?"

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Stassie POV The cold steel of the handcuffs bit into my wrists as the police officers led me down the dimly lit hallway. The echo of our footsteps bounced off the cold, concrete walls, creating a chilling symphony of dread that filled the air. I could feel their firm grip on my arms, their stern faces devoid of any sympathy. " Where are you guys taking me? I didn't do anything wrong." I said. “We have to do this, ma’am,” one of them said, his voice devoid of emotion. “It’s procedure.”

I alerted the police officers and trailed after her with full speed. She was unable to keep up with the pace and began to run slower than before. In no time, I had caught up with her. “Let go of me” She screeched, trying desperately to free herself from my grip. I retained her firmly and waited for the police officers to arrive. Sophie was handcuffed and just as she was about to be taken into the police vehicle, she turned around and smiled at me. “Can I speak to her for a second?” I asked the sergeant in charge of coordinating the police officers.

Not to smoke it, I have never done this for real, but so that I’d have something to do with them and not let anyone else see how my fingers just can’t stand still. Then I tell my best friend everything, because I can’t just keep it to myself. By the time I am done the police arrives which is not much of police actually. There are only two middle aged guys with greasy faces, driving an old pickup truck with the letters of ‘police’ scraped over the edges. They are both dressed in light muddy green uniforms and look less than impressed.

the lead guard barked as the police officers held her and put some cuffs on her, before searching her for some hidden weapons. I stood there shaking with my hands clutched tightly over my stomach as the police dragged a screaming Victoria away into the back of the car.

“Are you alright?” I stared at him, confused on why he was asking me such question when he was the one who sent me here. He smiles at the policeman before he pulls me close. “I am sorry, there has been a misunderstanding...” His stormy eyes glinted and I am surprise when the police removed the silver metal on my wrist and smiled back at Caelum who is muttering under his breath. He is using enchantments!

I declared, before dragging him away. Luckily there is a police station close by….. so it didn't take long before I arrived there. Josh didn't have strength in him, so I dragged him like I'm dragging the wind. When we got to the police station….. I grabbed a handcuff and handcuffed me and Josh together. Dragging a handcuff from the trousers of the police is an offense, so without investigating me……. The police officer quickly locks both of us in a cell. "Nice one Cecelia!". Josh said while rolling his eyes, and he seemed pissed off.

“We can’t lose this. You know we can’t. And definitely not just because of some greasy police officers.” Iris pressed her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mind turning haywire, she heard the graduation march from the other line signaling that it was already starting, and that she has no other choice now but to take care of the police on her own.a

"Be grateful for that." When the police burst through the door, I grab her arm. It isn't gentle. I can feel that damn terrifying fragility again. The way her bones feel like dry sticks in my grip. I lead her out of the grime-filled apartment, leaving the worm to crawl in his own mess. We wait outside, watching keenly as more and more police cruisers arrive at the scene. Apparently, he’s a wanted criminal in another country.