Law's Heart Novels & Stories

The tribunal was open, and the first, most devastating blow had been struck not with a law, but with a heart. —-

"What made you decide to pursue law?" "Good question," James replied, resting on the couch, one hand on my shoulder, pulling me close. His proximity felt comforting. "Alice, I grew up in an orphanage and was shuffled from one home to another, never finding a family like my friends did. The people who took me in weren't interested in looking after me; they just wanted the money the government provided for foster children. I saw exploitation and injustice firsthand. I realized that in the human world, law was the tool to attain justice, not magic. I wanted to help with magic and through human laws."

“Because I wouldn’t have given my heart to someone as equal as him. He will pay, but by killing him you let him get off. He needs to answer to the werewolf council; he needs to be punished according to the laws of his lands.” The law of his lands…what a sentimental comment. The laws of the lands are whatever Calian decides, he isn’t like Balgaire. “You won’t feel it today, not even tomorrow but at some point in the future this will start to eat away at you. You aren’t this person, Ame; you aren’t a killer. This will take you from me.” His hands move upwards, now cupping at my face, his eyes creasing as I see the plea they hold.

Students like me who pass through this hallway are conscious of noises, as there is a huge tarpaulin just above the faculty office door that says ‘BE QUIET’. I’ve also witnessed a lot of professors scolding a student for being loud a lot, so I guess it has become an unwritten golden rule to pass through this hallway in silence. “Ow,” I grunted when I felt my butt hit the tiles, someone bumped into me pretty hard. The papers from my folder scattered on the floor, and I panicked, didn’t get to respond to the girls’ apology. Those were my homework that is due today! I hurriedly picked up the papers, and I was down to the last one when a white sneaker stepped on it. I was in the middle of liftin

’ Heart thought and felt sad. Cullen then grabbed Heart’s again. Heart’s eyes widened and looked at Cullen. “Mr. Cullen Lee..” She mumbled while looking at Cullen. ‘He is like a prince that protecting a poor princess against an evil father in law.’ Heart thought and was fantasizing Cullen again.

"Let's get moving, then. We'll head to the courthouse right away. I bet Aurora's already waiting there." He couldn't wait to see Aurora utterly humiliated and destroyed when she found out the man she'd loved for seven years had only dated her for revenge. Any woman in such a position would have lost her mind, let alone Aurora, who had loved Xavier with every fiber of her being. The scheming trio got into the car, bound for the courthouse. However, for some reason, Xavier felt unsettled. Upon arriving at the courthouse, they got out of the car to see two journalists already waiting outside. Xavier eyed them in confusion. "What are these journalists doing here?"

She demanded, searching my eyes for an answer. “Listen katie, Only the bad guys, the ones who believe they are above the law and can do whatever they want” “Hmm, then make me another promise, that you wouldn't just kill him the first chance you get, but you'll give the law a chance to serve justice” I wondered how she could still think of justice in that state, given what she had just seen. “you have a very kind heart red, one that might get you into a hot news someday, but I promise to give the law a chance, if that's what you want”

He's very much aware that there's still something missing. He suddenly fell into a deep thought, as he tries to think and listen to his heart. What is he going to do now? Will he follow his mind or his heart? Half of his mind says that Via has always been there for him through thick and thin. He is one hundred percent sure that Via loves him. The other part of his brain tells him that Serena is clearly happy with Liam, and he should just give up on her and just wish them their happiness. But when it comes to his heart, it keeps on telling him to follow what he feels and not give up on his love.

And that was exactly what Amelia was. One year later, we held our wedding on a small island in the Astolian Sea. It was a simple ceremony, attended only by close family and friends. Dad patted my shoulder, then turned solemnly to Amelia. "Kid, I'm entrusting my dearest son to you. If you ever let him suffer even a little, I'll let you experience just how formidable Guzman Group's legal department really is." That single sentence caused the audience to burst into laughter. Amelia tightened her grip on my hand and replied with resolve, "Bernard, don't worry. I'll love and protect William with my life."

On my way home from work, I passed by a dark alley behind a bar and heard a woman's faint cries for help. Driven by a sense of justice, I charged straight in. Scarlett was being pinned to the ground at the time, kicking with her bare legs and struggling desperately. Several punks told me to mind my own business, but I was young and still had a fiery sense of righteousness. I grabbed a brick and rushed at them. The thugs got what they deserved, but I ended up covered in injuries. An artery in my leg was severed and the bleeding would not stop. If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day.