La Ronca De La Ley Novels & Stories

The lawyer put all the papers on the table and the people inside began to read all of it. "No…this is mine! This is my company!" Yna exclaimed. "Technically, this is not yours, Yna. Sometimes, we have to use the law." Gavin intervened, wearing his annoying smile. "Get the hell out of here! You don't own anything here, Lari—" a hard slap landed on her cheek. "Candice!" Yna exclaimed when Larisa slapped her so hard that her cheek almost bled. Now, the sly smile on her lips dropped. Her eyes became deadly and sharp as she eyed Candice.

“ I am sure that you can’t possibly send your father to jail with your own hands , can you ?……….Because if he really is the culprit , I will not stop until I put him behind bars and make sure that he roots behind prison bars for the rest of his life . Unless he bribes the judges , he will never be able to get out with means of law . “ said Luna with a serious look in her eyes . Her seriousness , made Massimo smile a little as his tired look showed on his face . “ I have no doubt that you will do that and I am surer that no matter how many lawyers my father hires , you will be able to beat them all , because there’s no one better than you at being a lawyer . “ said Massimo with a smile , feel

For a second, no one breathed. “Truth,” Alex said evenly. Romeo tilted his head. “Alright, Alex. Do you think the law system is biased?” The question landed like a stone Heads turned. The playful atmosphere thinned out, replaced by something heavier. “Excuse me?” Alex frowned, not sure where Romeo was going with it. “I said, do you think the law is biased?” Romeo repeated, his voice steadier now. “I mean, look at how the rich get away with things. Doesn’t that make the law partial?”

“Looks like there’s one waiting for me at home too.” Luna huffed. “I’m a nice dictator,” she said. “I only make laws about pancakes.” “That’s what they all say,” Rhea muttered. Lyra toed off her shoes and crossed the room. Her heat, which had simmered all day, eased a fraction as she stepped into the little sphere of Luna’s scent: milk, crayons, and sleep. “How goes the reign,” Lyra asked, crouching to Luna’s level. “Good,” Luna said solemnly. “We outlawed broccoli. And shiny hair lady. And raccoons yelling at trash.”

"This is about my life, and I will not sit quietly on a gilded throne while two men slash each other to pieces over a piece of paper my father signed before he died. I am the Luna of this pack, and I have a right to speak." Jax let out a amused laughter from across the ruined table. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes glittering with malicious delight as he watched the public defiance unfold. "Let her speak, King Marcus," Jax sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "It seems your little bird has much sharper talons than you anticipated. Tell us, Omega, what ridiculous law do you think can save you from a legal blood-tithe?" Elena did not look at Jax. She kept her eyes locked onto El

I smiled at him and then hissed, regretting that such an idea had even crossed my mind. I thought the pain was going to crack my skull. I closed my eyes and applied the compress harder, covering my whole face, mumbling profanities. "You're right; it would be easier and faster, but not for her." Andrew reminded me suddenly, "Luna's Law is important to her not only because it is a law specifically created for people like her but because it means her victory will not be attributed to some Alpha taking her pack away and handing it to her, but to her victory in a court battle where she presented indisputable evidence and a duel that she won through skill and dedication. People will not forget thi

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.

he said. “Better to have it and not need it,” I replied. “Than the other way around.” Leo snorted. “You say that like you’re not secretly pleased we’re using your laws, Luna Lawyer.” “Naomi’s the lawyer,” I said. “I’m just the cautionary tale who got mad enough to write policy.” Naomi lifted her mug. “To angry legislation,” she said. “Focus,” Ronan said mildly, but his eyes were warm. I skimmed the relevant section, even though I could recite it by heart.

"Could… could you bring me a coat?" "My God, you truly are a piece of work. You knew you were going out and didn't even take a coat? Just stay where you are, I'm coming." Mona was furious. "But how…? Why would he…?" "I'm his wife after all," Ronica interrupted, then took a brief glance at Mona's bare fingers. "I can see he hasn't given you my wedding ring yet. Mona, the truth is I'm the one his family knows. I'm the one the law recognizes as his legal wife. Have a child for him or have ten. They'll all be illegitimate."

“This was no longer a tournament, Ronan. It was survival. Kill or be killed. The infiltrators carried weapons… venomous, forbidden. That alone breaks the sacred rules. And when the rules are broken, self-defense is not only permitted… it is demanded.” Ronan’s eyes flickered with realization. Lucien leaned closer, his tone dark yet filled with pride. “By law, by right, and by blood, my Luna has won. And not merely as victor but as proof that she cannot be broken.” Ronan nodded slowly, conviction filling his face. “Then indeed… Anana won fair and square.” Lucien’s jaw eased, a faint glimmer of pride in his gaze. His voice was low, but resolute. “Yes. My Luna… won.”