Ace Attorney Witness Stand Novels & Stories

It was a woman. Everyone turned to see who it was, and it was Annabelle. Adrienne scoffed. "She didn't tell me she was coming to Nigeria for the trial." As Annabelle got closer, Adrienne waved at her, but Annabelle ignored her and went straight to the witness stand. Adrienne's jaw dropped. Annabelle was the witness? After everything she had done for her? She glared at her as she swore the oath. "You're in for a rude awakening," Annabelle whispered as she sat down.

But she hadn’t expected just how cruel their attacks would be. “Call the first witness,” the court reporter said, her voice flat and monotone. “The prosecution calls Kayla Reeds to the stand,” one of Vance’s lawyers, Mr. Grady, said, his voice sharp and confident. Kayla stood up, her legs shaking slightly, and walked to the witness stand. She swore to tell the truth, then sat down, facing Mr. Grady. He stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her.

"We're back on the record. Ms. Brennan, redirect examination?" Rachel stood. "Briefly, Your Honor. Just two questions." She approached Maeve at the witness stand.

Then he pulled a chair for Alexa. "C'mon gurl, grab a cup of coffee" I said and offered her favorite Cappucino. I also got a slice of bread and put cheese toppings. "This one is for you, gurl." "Thank you, gurl." "Sorry gurl for bringing you into this mess. I really don't want to involve you in this case but Attorney Williams, insisted to have you as my witness because we were together that time when Reid had a car accident" "Gurl, it's okay. I am always willing to stand as your witness, anytime and anywhere. Don't worry okay?", Alexa responded while continued sipping her coffee.

"Mrs Austin, Do you have a witness to testify on your behalf." I looked behind me at Alex and Natasha and they both nodded their heads. I looked back at the judge with a horrible pit in my stomach."Yes, Your Honor." "Then let's proceed."

Just emptiness where a father should have been. "Mrs. Mercer?" A bailiff appeared at the door. "They're ready for you." Aria stood. Leon gave her a firm squeeze. "You've got this." "I know." She entered the courtroom. The gallery was full. Every seat was occupied. There were cameras everywhere, and the trial was being televised live. James and his attorney were seated at the defense table. He avoided looking at her. The prosecutor, a fiery, unrelated lady called Sandra Chen, motioned toward the witness stand.

She slowly rose and made her way to the witness stand. The walk felt endless. Every eye in the courtroom followed her. She could feel Adrian watching. Feel his gaze on her. Even without looking. Once seated, she took a deep breath. The court clerk administered the oath. Eva swore to tell the truth. Then Adrian's attorney stood. A tall man named Mr. Harrison. He smiled politely. Too politely. "Mrs. Mitchell." Eva said nothing. He began gently. Almost kindly. "Can you tell the court what happened after you left work on the evening in question?"

“It was a private family matter.” “So no witnesses. Was there a notary present?” “No.” “Did Ms. Williams have legal representation to review the contract before signing?” “Objection, Your Honor,” Hendricks interrupted. “The witness cannot speak to what the defendant may or may not have had access to.” “Sustained,” Judge Morrison said. Rebecca nodded smoothly. “Let me rephrase. Mr. Williams, did you provide Ms. Williams with the opportunity to have a lawyer review this contract before she signed it?”

He answered and I could see his eyes wavering and seemed a coward for a cop like him. “Witness program?” I exclaimed. “That is given for persons who became a victim, and the culprit is still out there wandering.” Austin answered. “Then, are you saying that I am now the victim and Austin is the assailant?” I exclaimed to all of them and when I asked then they all remained silent, I am right, I am perfectly right and no one could ever change that fact until we went deep to solve this case. “But Austin did not do it.” I mumbled and I noticed that even Aaron looked at me through the rear mirror.

Like everyone is holding their breath without knowing why. The prosecution has temporarily rested. Judge McClane gives Carrington the nod. “We call Dr. Ezra Mahoney to the stand.” I glance at Darren, but he doesn't move. No twitch. No breath. He’s a fortress today. Dr. Mahoney steps up to the witness stand with practiced calm. He wears the same gray suit. The same unreadable expression. His presence fills the room in a way no dramatics ever could. Quiet power. He’s the kind of man you believe before he even speaks.