Fictional Law Books Novels & Stories

Let's see. I jumped on my bed and flipped through the book as I went to the contents. I didn't have time to read the explanation. So I just went to read the laws listed in the Table of content . One: He's...I don't know..just.. . Wait that was number one?..what kind of dumb writer writes this as law one symptoms of knowing you like a guy? I move further to the main book to read the explanation of that dumb thing the writer wrote * One: He's...I don't know..just..

“Knowing my clients weaknesses, so whenever it's used in court against them I can easily counter it and win over the judge.” “What if there's no evidence to prove your client's innocence.” “If there isn't, you just have to make them up. Most of the court's evidence are always made up anyways.” Lenoir sighed and walked closer towards me, his eyes looking through the file in my hands. I was about to shoo him off when I caught a whiff of familiar strawberry shampoo.

He placed the bouquet of roses he still held beside him, examining the titles of the books one by one. Legal Systems, Introduction to Criminology, Victimology, Psychosocial Criminology, Civil Code... He skimmed through all the scattered books. All of the books contained heavy topics. Was all these books the woman's lecture material? When he was in college, he majored in Criminology, so he understood a little about these books. He made sure that he has returned the book to the position before—right on the page Nikki left— and not tidying it up for fear that she still needed it, he took a look around. Did that woman live alone? He even just realized that in the woman's apartment, he did not fi

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Seems the people of Drakkon don’t read very much or maybe they just don’t have the time for it. Once settled on the desk, I began to scan through the titles which seem very appropriate to me. A history of Drakkon and The Civil Rights And Laws Of Drakkon. While reading through them, it made me wonder how this books and laws were made available to the human village and even more, if I was technically even allowed to be reading through them. Shrugging the thought off, I continued to read. The rest of the day passed in a blur as I spent it studying. When Henry came calling my attention again, it was already dusk.

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She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

“You kind of went somewhere else there for a minute.” “I was thinking. About books.” My hands wave over towards the shelves. Lies come naturally to me, they roll off my tongue like they are dipped in honey and I deliver them so sweetly to everyone in my life. Everyone except Ida. I find my way to a chair, far enough away from Harris to maintain distance in case someone should walk by. I grab at the first book I see and grimace when I see it is a law book. The law never interested me.

“I mean you’re the owner of this place and you must be the one who looks after the accounts right?” “N- N No!” The old man shuttered. “Why is that so?” “Keith is the one who takes care of everything including the accounts.” “I thought you were a sensible man Mr. Paul.” Henry laughed and left the shop. “What did your friend mean” Mr. Paul got puzzled. “ I don’t know… He was speaking b******t! Don’t pay attention to what he said” Keith said in shaky voice. “I need the accounts book right now and I will check each and every account from the last month till today!” Mr. Paul ordered Keith and walked towards the counter.

Even if it means rewriting the rules myself. The book smells of age, the scent of faded parchment mingling with the faint cedarwood that always lingers around Ramon. I trail my fingers over the worn pages, the ancient script dancing before my eyes like a thousand whispered secrets. Beside me, Ramon’s warmth is a steady anchor, his presence grounding me as we delve into the darkness of supernatural law.