Gary Sues Novels & Stories

Myriam settled into a comfortable sofa, cleared her throat, and recounted everything that had happened over the past two months. “Wow, it all sounds like a movie,” Rubén joked, then cleared his throat. “As for your boss, a lawsuit is absolutely viable. He should never have done that; you’re pregnant, and what he did was illegal.” “Can we really sue him?” Myriam asked, her eyes wide with surprise and hope. “We will,” Rubén replied with determination. “We’ll sue Gerald Lennox.” **** Gerald was finishing up reviewing some product quotes. The office was empty; only he remained, his constant companion—loneliness.

“He’s a human being sued in werewolf court, which the plaintiff can do because of some weird agreement the werewolf council made him sign when he wanted to do business with werewolf packs in the NW region. He admits to cheating on his wife, which means that a werewolf jury is going to eat him alive, and he fired the employee 48 hours after they got back from the conference. “On top of that, he is a walking liability case…. I spent 3 hours with him today and I have already fined him $7,000 for inappropriate comments he has made to me. The only way I’m going to be able to win this case is to get it tossed out on a technicality.” “The technicality being that he is being sued by the wrong twin

"Well done, Gary. You really did raise a fine son. I came back to celebrate Dad's birthday, and I even thought about helping you all out. But this is how you repay me?" Uncle Gary dropped to his knees at once, wailing. "Sierra, please! It's all a misunderstanding! That brat must be possessed or something. We'd never dare cross you! Our whole family is depending on you!" "Depending on me?" Aunt Sierra kicked over a chair. "From today on, don't expect a single cent from me! "Also, that bastard slandered me in public and ruined my reputation! You'll be hearing from my lawyer. I'll sue you into the ground and make sure you rot in prison!"

“Though I’m not sure now is the time.” “Now is the perfect time. I’d prefer to not discover any more surprises.” He swallowed and stretched his neck as though whatever he was going to say was painful. Then blurted with almost childish impulsiveness. “I’m suing Logan.” “You!” I stared at him with wide eyes. I’d heard the muttering around the office that Logan was being sued but it’d never dawned on me that it might be by Kane. “Why?” “Third party harassment. It’s been going on for some time.”

That's not what I'm expecting. She shows me the back of her hand. "Pretty, no?" Throwing her a blank look, I surge towards the door. "I'm done. Get up" * There's a mini-trial going on in the conference room even though I settled everything yesterday. Stanford is threatening to file a lawsuit. Talks who? A criminal himself. "Mr Gabriel, you might want to think twice before cancelling the partnership," David says. "I can understand your concern about Miss Benson's safety but this is about millions. I have invested—"

Grandmother stopped her. “What are you going to do?” Sarah asked slowly and I could see the fear in her eyes. She knew the old woman was capable of doing anything. “I’m going to sue her, it is an attempted murder.” “T—That’s going to ruin my reputation, I won’t be able to model again.” Tara stuttered and I could see the fear in her eyes. “That’s what I’m going to do, you nearly got my child killed, what if William didn’t get there in time?” She yelled this time.

I picked up the phone, and it was Marcos. “What is wrong?” I asked. “I hope this is urgent.” “Boss, we have a problem. Alex Gray just filed a lawsuit against you, claiming you pursued his daughter, Jennifer, into criminal activities and that you are responsible for her current incarceration. He is seeking damages for emotional distress and defamation. And he is going public with the story. The tabloids are going to be with this by evening. It will be everywhere.”

You won’t ruin us—not this time. *** Dinner is unusually quiet tonight.. Gregory barely touches his food and father keeps his eyes fixed on his plate. Then Gregory sets his fork down. The sound of metal against porcelain is sharp enough to slice the silence in half. “There’s something you both need to know,” he says, his voice low. “The council has filed a legal suit.” I look up immediately. “A suit? Against who?” He hesitates, then meets my eyes. “Against us. You and me.”

Astor said without preamble. Gaines leaned back in his chair, smirking. “So what if I have? She’s quite the storyteller.” Astor’s jaw tightened. “Whatever she’s told you, it’s a lie. She’s trying to manipulate you into writing something that isn’t true.” Gaines shrugged. “That’s for me to decide. I deal in facts, Mr. Harrington, and Susan’s given me plenty of those.” Astor stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “If you publish anything that damages my name or my business without concrete evidence, I’ll bury you in lawsuits so fast you won’t have time to blink.”

He didn’t seem to care what happened to his employees and admitted to Creighton he was planning a huge layoff, the beginning of next week. Garcon tried making light of the lawsuits against him, insisting that none of them had any chance of succeeding, since there was no proof that it had been his product as opposed to improper maintenance. Twice over the past three days, he had insisted that Creighton and his assistant, Tam Mai, could discuss the final details over supper, but Creighton had refused. He didn’t feel comfortable discussing business details with her. He would rather deal with the old man himself and be finished with it.