Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

He walked out like he was trying to outrun the moment. I stayed seated for a second longer than necessary. My legs felt weak now that the pressure had shifted. My attorney touched my arm lightly. “You did well,” she said. I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice yet. Outside, Adrian was waiting. I almost kept walking. “Why are you doing this?” he asked. I stopped. “I’m not doing anything to you,” I said. “I’m doing this for me.” “You could have handled this privately,” he said. “I tried,” I replied. “You didn’t listen.”

Hey, you attorney, you watch your tongue when you're speaking with me, or else I'm going to sue you for defamation. Take my word for a strong counsel, attorney, or else I'll get you screwed. "I think you guys are making a scene here; calm down, attorney, calm down. Evans, how sure are you that your client, Davis, had a piece of evidence he claimed he had recorded in his phone? Besides, you don't have a strong point here; your client was caught red-handed by the police keeping three people hostage with a gun pointing at them," the sheriff efficiently narrated.

she says. "Who is it? And how soon can I have his soul?" I ask her with a growl, it's someone I could match up to, I could fight and sue and make him spend the rest of his miserable life behind bars. "You don't have to worry about that, I'm going to work on it," she says with an evil smile on her face. "Thalia, we're defence attorneys," I remind her of our job, putting people behind bars isn't our job, we usually save them.

Roman whispered to Lola while the opposing counsel continued speaking to defend Eva, speaking to the judge. "I'm the attorney here. Let me handle this, Roman. You paid me to do this because you can't handle this, it's clearly not your field. This is my job, my fort and my strength. Be of good behavior and let me do my job in defending you and exposing all the lies they have to tell. I'm giving this all my heart, you're not going to lose your children. I promise you." Roman nodded and decided to stay calm even though he had a lot to say and counter. Lola kept on typing on her phone which made him confused and after a few minutes she spoke up.

Zachary replied steadily. “Why did you kill Mr. Valentine?” The corners of Charlotte’s lips twitched. “I didn’t kill him! It wasn’t me!” Hans chuckled enigmatically. “Let me be frank with you, Miss Simmons. Mr. Connor has hired me as your defense counsel. That means, regardless of whether you’ve committed the crime, I will do everything in my power to defend you, on one condition—you can’t hide anything from me. It’ll be much easier for me to defend you if you don’t keep any secrets from me.”

Unexpectedly sincere. Yna, who could argue with anyone in a courtroom without hesitation, suddenly found herself unsure how to respond. “It’s… fine,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.” For a moment, the room felt strangely quiet. Like the world had paused, waiting for something she couldn’t predict. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. “Actually, I’m not here because of a case.” “Oh?” She straightened instinctively. “Then… what brings you here?”

I almost smiled. Let him rage. I held his gaze as I lowered myself into the defendant’s chair, ignoring the tremor in my hands, ignoring the fire in my body. For that one moment, the pain didn’t matter. I had already won. If Austin thought he could erase me with one attack, he had miscalculated. I wasn’t just here to defend myself. I was here to destroy him. The judge kept talking in the background, and then Owen’s lawyer got up to speak. His voice was calm and persuasive.

I whispered. He smiled faintly, but it didn't reach. his eyes. "Don't worry. As much as I am her attorney, I won't let her get you into any lawyer trouble. If she attempts to, I'll abort it before it even starts. And if she ever goes behind my back and finds somebody else to take her case, then I'll represent you myself. Trust me, most attorneys wouldn't want to get into a battle with me anyway. My reputation alone keeps them at arms' length."

Before she can even process the sudden change in my energy, I lean down and effortlessly scoop her up into my arms, lifting her off the leather seat like she weighs nothing. Her eyes widen in sudden, panicked realization. "Wait—whoa! Owen! Hold on a second, you were actually serious?!" "I am a defense attorney, Syd," I murmur, my voice dropping into a low, deep baritone as I turn on my heel and begin striding purposefully toward the front doors of the mansion. "I never make a threat I am not prepared to carry out."

“If you don’t fight back, people step over you. Life isn’t kind to those who simply endure. Sometimes you have to strike first, to assert yourself.” Jane held his gaze, measuring, calculating. “When my boundaries are crossed, I won’t hold back,” she said honestly. Her voice softened slightly, carrying the weight of principle rather than threat. “But attacking out of anger, out of blind revenge… that’s not me. That’s not how I survive.”