La Ronca De La Ley の小説・ストーリー

I breathed in, trying not to get pissed. “I was in the fucking millitary, Alvah, I know what regular guns and regular bullets look like! So next time you want to lie to me you better make up some convincing bullshit! You're a lawyer, you can lie to other people I don't care but you can't lie to me!” “Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—”

It was safe to say that they were evenly marched and if she was to accept the open challenge and move along with his schemes, then their war would go on for weeks, months even, after all, the war would only end when the company with smaller market value concedes. If it was a war like that Gabriel wanted, then she’d be more than happy to give him one like that. “Ms. Romero,” The head of the legal team gently knocked on the door, opening it and stepping in as soon as Leonica permitted. “You called, Ms.?” Entwining her fingers and leaning forward, her previous smile came back to Leonica’s face. “Yes I did. There’s something I need to do that only you can handle.” “Of course Ms. Romero. What are

‘What? “I am sorry. That is Yin’s law.” Racheal stared at Leo in disbelief. What kind of archaic and stupid law was that? “So if he does not come, will I die?” “No. Your legal parents can sign too.” Racheal burst into laughter. She laughed and laughed as her headache intensified. She was going to die then. Roni would never show up, especially not after what he did to Skylar. And her mother was dead. She realized just how horrible this country was to still have laws like these.

Laela from replying to Vina's unethical remarks, leaving her to face the two. "Look, after all you were Shabir's wife, the last trial was the day after tomorrow, right?" asked Mrs. Karni. "Yes, ma'am." "Don't worry, Bang Shabir will not appear in court, you will be legally divorced soon," Vina interrupted excitedly.

Not stolen. Chosen. A few wolves shifted uneasily. A former council supporter muttered, “Marked should not define law.” Ronan’s gaze cut across the spaces, silent, controlled, and final enough that the objection died before it grew. Tobias spoke before tension could spread. “No law is led. It is witnessed.” That distinction settled into the crowd slowly, like water soaking into dry earth. Lyra withdrew her hand. The scar at her throat remained still. No pain. No corruption.

Judge Xue's brows tightened. "Unauthorized shrine proliferation is precisely the enemy's tactic." Aunt Lan lights the stove, and three minor gods wake from grease, steam, and habit. None look impressive. All look offended. Aunt Lan pointed the knife at him. "Unauthorized by who? You? You were dead paperwork when children needed rice." The judge went silent. I loved Aunt Lan with sudden terror. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."

His chest heaved with the weight of his pride, barely contained fury radiating off him like heat from a furnace. "Then you shouldn’t care what happens to her now. If she was just a bargaining chip, why are you here, growling at my gates like a desperate dog?" He stepped closer, every muscle in his body taut with rage, his expression one of intense fury. "You’re pushing me, Ronan. Don’t forget the law still exists. I can have you arrested for this." I laughed, the sound echoing through the warehouse, rich and dangerous, a predator’s laughter. "The law? You really think I play by those rules?"

Lyra told them. They both couldn't believe her words. One thing which they understood was that she didn't want any of her family to get involved. She believed in the law. Rothschild had a disgusted face when she mentioned law. "What if the law failed to punish?" Lorenzo asked her. Lorenzo was never the man to follow law so he just wanted to know what she will do if the law doesn't do the job. "Law never fails." She said, rubbing her eyes. "It does." Lorenzo told her softly.

"You line your banks with silver dust and old batteries, as if a flickering light bulb could stop the sun from rising. Your daughter yielded her throne to the Hearth. The North is already mine. I did not cross a border to start a war; I came down to inspect my property." One of the northern elders steps into the white light, holding a thick, leather-bound folder against his chest like a shield. "The registry cannot be altered by a feral challenge! The legal succession of the Grand Luna seat requires a three-fifths majority vote from the assembled houses of the lowlands. We are the Law, stray!" "Then the Law is about to drown," I snarl softly. *Let us break the banks,* my wolf whispers, her v

He slammed Xavier back into the corner of the room, the sound of his head hitting the wall making me flinch. "If you ever," Ronan growled, his voice a low, vibrating hum that made the floorboards tremble, "find yourself within a mile of her again, I won't use the law to break you. I will have you slowly, painfully dismantled while you’re still conscious enough to feel every inch of it. Do you understand me?" Xavier clawed at Ronan’s arm, his feet dangling inches off the floor as he choked and gasped for air. He looked like a doll in Ronan’s grip—small, pathetic, and utterly outclassed.