Law's Heart Novels & Stories

She continued to stare at me, unable or willing to answer, but I saw the shake begin in her hand. “Is that why you chose law? Contracts in general, because it’s cold with precise guidelines? The people at the office don’t see it. They think you’re frigid, but I know you have a loving soul. The problem is you were never shown love, right? That’s very cruel, to grow up without love.”

There was no better time to seize the opportunity. With this in mind, the laws of space-time enveloped Severin, propelling him towards the heavenly heart imprint at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the imprint, causing it to vanish into the chaotic void. Seeing the heavenly heart imprint fall into Severin's hands, Lawrence—who had always considered it taboo—erupted like a lightning bolt. "You scoundrel! Release the heavenly heart imprint!" With a furious roar, Lawrence's mirror erupted with gray celestial light. It brimmed with boundless killing intent as it smashed towards Severin's back.

“That authority is forming around her heartbeat.” My breath caught. “That is not possible,” Kieran said. “It is happening.” The law flickered violently. A cry echoed faintly from the mortal plane. I closed my eyes. I remembered the purpose of that law. Movement. Exchange. Fairness. Protection against greed. I did not command it. I remembered why it existed. The law steadied. A thin pulse ran through the system. Kieran stared at me. “You did not speak a decree,” he said. “I did not.”

And yes, with him on my side, I really felt like I could do anything. “There are so many areas you could explore with a law degree, and criminal law… well, it has its ugly side. You won’t be dealing with the best humanity has to offer, but you’ll be able to help the ones who might need it the most. That sounds exactly like you,” he said. “How so?” I lifted my head to face him. “You have a heart of gold, Shelby. You care about people. Really care, regardless of who they are or what they’ve done in life. I wouldn’t want anyone else in my corner of the ring.”

It uses my mouth to speak, and the sound that comes out is deep and old, and it hums through my jaw. "You kept the vessel safe for so long," it says through me. "You hid it in flesh and you split it into three pieces so I would not find the whole. Thank you." My mother flinches like she has been struck, and tears run down her face. "The law did not want three hearts," she says, and I know she is speaking to me, not to the voice inside me. "The law wanted one heart broken into three, so it could test each piece and keep the strongest."

“Please, why don’t you give Lawrence a chance? Can you open your heart to him? please...” I just stared at her, unable to say one single word. “Lawrence is the sweetest soul you could ever know. And any girl he sets his heart upon, he loves her to a fault. Please, can you make him set his heart upon you?” How can I possibly tell this kind woman before me that her son already has a lady he had set his heart and eyes upon? How can I tell her we already signed a secret contract behind their back to divorce in five years’ time? I’m sorry kind ma’am...I wish I could help you.

There was one fact, and that was there was no woman's heart I'd be more attached to or than at the heart of the woman Ravier, it was so easy saying this and I could tell why it was a bit difficult for me to just let go of her. It could be that my heart was like the last piece of a puzzle, and her mere existence was a perfect fit to make it whole. No matter what I was, I could tell that my heart would always seek her's. I could be anything in the world and not a billionaire and alpha, yet I would have found my way to her. It was like the law of attraction, only this time I was attracted to the poles of her heart. My heart was doing just one thing, It was seeking a way to get her to my side.

I have judges on my payroll, feds who owe me favors, senators whose secrets I buried with a smile. But none of that would cleanse the blood on my hands. Not the way I need. No—this is about ending things on my terms. If I want to burn down the empire I built, I need someone who believes in the law so blindly she won’t see the trap I’m laying until she’s too deep in it. She’s smart. That’s the danger. She’ll look at the evidence and ask the right questions. She’ll tear through it like a scalpel, trying to save the patient without realizing the whole body is already rotten.

She felt the urge to dig farther and harder, but what gave her pause was Bart’s words: he protects a group who aren’t covered by the usual laws. “I have only one question. This other group you protect. Do you protect them from the laws because their actions break them? Or do you protect them from the laws because the laws don’t protect them?” “I work to keep the few from breaking their laws and human laws. Sadly, human laws don’t protect them at all. It would be open season on them and when I say open season, I mean it in a literal sense of being hunted for existing.” Now, Grace had to find out what or who he protected. It would drive her nuts, not know, and what was he sometimes?

The handwriting of someone who understood that communication was the beginning of everything else. She wrote: "I do not know your name yet. I am writing to the person described in Patricia Holt's planning board statement and I am trusting Catherine to find the right moment to deliver this." She wrote: "I have spent forty years in legal aid work and I have encountered in that time approximately six people who understood instinctively that the law is not the point. The people the law affects are the point. The law is the instrument. You understand that. I could tell from the way Patricia Holt described your methodology."