Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

I picked up the phone. Me: Hello? The other side with a harsh voice of a man: Hello, Is this Attorney Watson? Me: Yes, who is this? The other side: I am Janol Patrick and I guess you know about my son's case so I want you to take my son's case. Me: I am sorry, but I am not interested in taking your case. Janol Patrick: I will give you how much ever money you ask for. You just need to stand as a defender for my son.

asked another, shoving the woman aside. "Are you intimidated by the club's influence in this case?" "Evie, do you think you can win this case?" Their questions came at me like a relentless onslaught, and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It was disorienting, and I struggled to respond amid the cacophony of voices. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I replied, "I'm here to defend my client to the best of my abilities. It's my duty as a lawyer to ensure a fair trial."

“Is this your part as being a defense lawyer? Because if this is you playing your part, you are failing.” “Why are you fighting me on this?” he asked. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I just appear here to help in your case. You keep acting like I’m not on your side. You shouldn’t be fighting me. I’m helping you. Now look… if you don’t want to work with me that’s okay. I’ll leave. I’ll still get paid either way, and I’ll go home. You get to work with a public defender. Chances are you might lose, but you have me. Let’s work together to make this case a miracle. If you remember anything; let me know. But if you stay quiet, whatever happens… that’s on you.”

Defence Questions Doctor Defence Attorney: Doctor, you were not present at the scene, correct? Doctor: Yes Defence Attorney: So you cannot say exactly how the injuries occur. Doctor: Only that they are consistent with repeated blows. Defence Attorney: But not who caused them. Doctor: No Defence Attorney: No more questions. Judge: Defence you may proceed. Defence Attorney: The defence calls Lawson Webmar. He walks to the stand and tension increases in the courtroom. Defence Attorney: Mr Webmar, why were you at the studio that day?

The door opened, then shut. Captain Jenkins approached me and sneered mockingly, "Oh? Has your savior left you? I can tell you right now that you should just give up on all hope. There are different leagues even among the lawyers, so what sort of trouble can a defense attorney from the legal aid center possibly stir up? Anyway, your time's up! Take him away, boys!" I was once again escorted out of the room. Nonetheless, this time, my world wasn't completely dark. Teresa Kinsley.

“Thank you for choosing to see me today. As your lawyer—“ “—You say you’re my lawyer,” Andrès interrupted. She nodded calmly back at him. “But I don’t remember anything about a lawyer. I know the state is supposed to provide one for me, but you honestly don’t look like a lawyer that the state provided. Who’s your client and why are they interested in me?” The woman smiled and took off her glasses. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Joyce Meyers, and I have bene contracted to stand in as your attorney for this case. However, I am afraid that I cannot disclose the identity of my client.”

It's my first case, yet I feel so secure and so determined. “Is that why you killed him?” “No.” She said immediately. “I can't tell you…” “But you need to. I need to start working on your case, we have barely four months.” “We?” She arched her brow. “Yeah, the two of us.” “You're crazy.” She said. “You don't even know me. I still can't believe you decided to defend me for no reason. Who sent you?” “Come on, Paige. Your insecurity kills me. I work for GLENWOOD hospitality. In fact, it's my first case.”

Just blank stares. Mr. David, my lawyer, rises. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension. "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we stand before you today to defend the sacred bond between a mother and her children. Alanna, my client, is a woman of unwavering strength and resilience. She is a devoted mother who has sacrificed countless hours, sleepless nights, and personal ambitions to provide a loving and nurturing home for her children.” A surge of pride warms me. It’s true. Every word. I am a mother first, a woman second.

But not afraid. Her attorney—a hotshot hired from the southern packs with a reputation for getting wolves out of impossible situations—rose when the clerk gestured. She smoothed her charcoal suit with a slow, deliberate motion, casting a glance at the crowd assembled behind us. Her face was impassive, unreadable, the kind of stoicism that only came from years of walking wolves through blood-soaked trials and leaving with their necks intact. "The defense pleads not guilty on all counts," she said, voice crisp enough to slice through the heavy air.

I earned his dad’s trust, and he can’t even earn a word from the man. Still, I know that I can't take this conversation any further. I’m his lawyer and I have to deal with him. That means bailing him out of trouble, defending him in court, and trying to make him see reason without pushing him over the edge. I hate that I have to pretend I care about him and that I’m on his side, when more often than not, I strongly disagree with him.