L Lawliet Novels & Stories

Ron says, his voice quiet and lethal. “That remains to be seen,” LIL says, heading for the door. She stops at the threshold, looking back at me. “Keep your guard up, Zli. Whoever your gentleman caller is, don’t forget that in his world, loyalty is something you buy, and betrayal is the only thing that’s free. Keep me in the loop, or the next time we meet, I’ll be leading the raid.” She slips out into the Brooklyn night, leaving a trail of icy tension behind.

The moment of being alone with him hit Lila like a physical blow. "You moved my things from the hotel without my permission," she hissed, stepping closer to him, her fingers curling into fists. "That’s theft, Adrian. I could have you disbarred, I could.." "You could try," Adrian interrupted, his voice dropping to that dangerous, gravelly register that always made her skin prickle. He stepped into her space, his height looming over her, his heat radiating through his dress shirt. "But you won't. Because the 'Shark' knows that in this city, I am the law. You’re not in London anymore, Lila. You’re home. It just took you four years to find the front door."

High vulnerability. [Recommend: Seek Gerald Knight's assistance. Create appearance of Lisa White colluding with outside forces. Exploit Alexander's nature. Plant seeds of doubt.] Lila blinked. Doubt? Make him think Lisa was betraying him?

“Now even the threat is using your name!” Dante turned slowly. His gaze was cold. “Be quiet.” That single word… was enough to make Lily freeze. But only for a moment. Because the next second, she let out a soft laugh. A fragile one. “How ironic… We’re destroying each other… while someone else watches.” Silence. Aurora’s lawyer closed his folder calmly. “If there is nothing further,” he said smoothly, “my client hopes the police will focus on facts… not assumptions.” The officer nodded.

Eight years—the best years of my life, wasted on a man who left me covered in scars. "Stand up," I said. "My mother is ashes now. This performance is meaningless. If you’re truly sorry, then go die." I walked away and called the police. After three days in a holding cell, he finally stopped following me. He left a bank card with his entire fortune in my door—I donated every cent to a charity for Omega women.

She finished before finding the lawyer behind her. One week from this day, a hearing would be held for her case. The doctor and the lawyer are quite persistent in squeezing information from her. Still she did not spill anything. She just equaled their persistence with her own. The lawyer wanted to feel sorry for her, but he can’t help to show his irritation towards her. It’s as if she doesn’t have any interest to be proven guilty. While Alyssa on the other hand looks for details or any information that could be a missing piece of Claire’s case. Fortunately, her husband, Philip, is a police officer. She really wanted to help her.

Liam said as he raised his eye and looked at her "Lisa went to rest not long ago, I think she has done something wrong and went on to hide " Lily said as Liam raised and eyebrow "Hehe, don't mind her she is just joking around" Riley said as she covered Lily mouth and glared at her "Can you let her come out I have something to ask her" Liam said gently "What if I dont?" Lily asked and raised and eyebrow "I can only arrest you for murder" Liam threatened with a cold smile on his lips "Do you have to go extreme we can just talk it out"Lily said and closed her eyes

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

he said, which made me close my hand even more. If that’s the case, I need to be ready. A few minutes later, a man came to us, “Excuse me,” he said, so we looked at him. He seriously looked at me, “SPO2 Patrick Smith, right?” He asked me. “Yeah,” I answered, “Who are you?” I asked him. “I’m Rafael Lawliet, the person who killed Nate Keehl,” he seriously said, so Sage and I looked at each other. Then, we looked at him. Impossible!

The conversation flowed like the vintage port they had been savouring—rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating. Believing their shared physical and emotional intimacy was an iron-clad sign of eternal loyalty and indiscretion, Lloyd felt compelled to reveal a few last, valuable fragments of information. It was the crucial, tactical data one shares only with a trusted confidante. He leaned in, his breath scented with the port, and spoke in hushed tones about a key local contact—a man named Gagan, a seemingly innocuous clerk who managed the most sensitive land papers in the district. “He’s the key, darling,” Lloyd murmured. “He can make the right documents appear or disappear. He’s my insurance pol