Law's Heart Novels & Stories

, he loudly said and pointed at me. My heart is thomping inside my chest I didn't expect this on the first day of school. I'm already sweating. I am trying to formulate a good answer when he shouted again. "Faster!", he demanded. This prof sure is impatient. " L-law is a set of rules.. ahm.. implemented and followed to preserve peace and order?", I answered? " Are you answering me or asking me back?" he said while raising his eyebrow at me. "Law is a set of rules implemented and followed to preserve peace and order", I repeated nervously.

The real trouble was her growing closeness with Ryan. Her greed knew no bounds; she wanted both men by her side. Caleb was her first love, and she enjoyed being the woman he could never forget. She loved knowing that even after all those years, his feelings for her had never changed. Ryan was her loyal knight. With one word from her, he would walk through fire and fight anyone in her name, but games like that were always doomed to end. In the end, Olivia was destined to lose them both. When I thought of the lawsuit back home, I asked my father to let me return.

"Approach, Dr. Lawson. But understand—I don't typically allow public comment during legal proceedings." Emma walked to the front, acutely aware of her limp from exhaustion and her limited arm mobility from the shoulder wound. She probably looked exactly like what she was: a barely-recovered trauma victim with no business being in court. "Your Honor, I'm one of the victims," Emma said. "The drug developed with Cross Foundation funding damaged my heart. I've had two cardiac arrests in the past two weeks. I nearly died exposing this conspiracy." The judge's expression softened slightly. "I'm sorry for what you've experienced, Dr. Lawson. But this hearing is about legal procedures, not individua

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

I did not withdraw the lawsuit. The court hearing went on as scheduled. However, with the transfer agreement in hand, Wayne had no trouble helping Alma win the case. When the hearing ended, Wayne stopped me. He asked tentatively when he saw the cold expression on my face, “Didn’t I tell you to drop the case? Are you still mad? “It’s not that I’m playing favorites. Alma was my junior in high school when I studied abroad. We were close. I can’t help but feel sorry for her, seeing her like this now. That’s why I…

His expression remained unyielding, "If only you followed the rules, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. The rules were made for a reason. It was there to set boundaries." "Forget the rules, just listen to your heart," I pleaded. "I'll tell you what I already know- that this is real, that we are real. And we can make this work, Greg. Together, we can build something beautiful. I know what my heart tells me." "What does your heart say?" He asked with his brows drawn tight. "It says love is the greatest of all. Greater than laws and bigger than rules," I was now standing in front of him. So close to him that I reached out and took his hand, bringing it to my belly. I placed it there.

“But at least I deserve to know why you want this marriage.” “Public stunt,” I replied, my voice devoid of warmth.“My lawyer will draft the contract and all you'll do is to sign. My assistant will communicate the rest to you,” After she left,I opened a drawer and pulled out the slim, black file that contained her records. Earlier I asked my assistant to do a little digging into her background— I liked to know what I was dealing with. She had a good brain and bad luck. She's fiercely proud and painfully stubborn which were too much claws for a broke orphan.

But nervous is better than broken. Jason’s jaw worked. His rope twitched. “Mercy weakens law,” he said. “Mercy sharpens it,” I said. “Because mercy remembers why law exists: not to protect rules, but to protect people.” He stared at me long enough to make the air uncomfortable. Then, slowly, he nodded once. Respect. Reluctant. Sharp-edged. But respect. “So be it,” he said. Vivian’s shoulders eased. Lyra grinned, teeth and approval. Jasper’s hand brushed mine, subtle, steady, enough to remind me I wasn’t alone in the ash-ring.

I could see it was something big. -I said, "Open it without fear. It's something nice and I think you'll love it," my now boyfriend told me. I opened it very carefully, so as not to break the wrapping. They were books, you could see them clearly. When I took them out of the wrapping paper, I saw that they were law books. I wanted to be a lawyer and the most expensive books were right there in front of my eyes. Now that was the best gift in the world. I was going to read them from head to toe. With so much joy inside I ran to hug him.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.