Law's Heart Novels & Stories

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

He can't bear to see his wife in this kind of situation. Celine was taken by the police. The other bad guys were also taken to the prison for proper judgment. Josh and Johnson felt pity seeing the couple in a very unpleasant situation. Johnson quickly took Danielle's pulse and it was getting weaker. “ Pressed her heart hard to stop the bleeding. We can still save her.” Johnson looked at Anthony. One of Johnson's men came in with Johnson's medical instrument.“ Hold the air bag for me. I'll do her operation right here, right now!”

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

He is the same guy that seemed so heart broken when he found out that everything was a plan. I expected him to hate me. I expected him to at least despise the alpha and stay away from us or something. But today, here Stark is, trying to help on his best possible way. Then my mind drifted off... I really admire his strength. Not physical strength, though he had that, but that's not what I was talking about. I admire his heart's strength, I admire the way he had control over his emotions and himself. I heard someone's fingers snapping and then saw the fingers right before my eyes.

Zee POV. The best part of being a badass lawyer like me is winning, I love winning, and I often win in the court, I take cases that are near impossible and I mostly win them, I'm good at my job and I love it. All of my friends have a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a partner, a husband, or a wife, they all have a partner, and they love their partner, they bring them along to celebrate with us, we have a bar that's just for us, we love saving people's life, bringing justice.

Instead, he pivots and exits, the door snicking shut behind him with mechanical precision. I stand alone in the study, staring at the speech notes for one last heartbeat. The script is precise, legal, absolute. It leaves no room for what I’m feeling now: the sick tangle of desire and terror, the pull of the bond and the harder, older pull of the law. I could shred the paper. I don’t. Instead, I steady myself against the desk, white-knuckled, until the tremor leaves my hand. “The law is clear,” I mutter, just to hear it aloud.

I don’t know to myself why the image of the two children repeatedly shows up in my mind. "Why is that?" tears welled up in my eyes again. "Why is that, Wyn? I don't always understand." "Because your heart is good, dear princess." I didn't even say anything as if he knew what I was up to. My tears flowed and I sobbed. He pulled me for a hug and rubbed my head. I could just feel his caress there with the whistling of his wind that sounded like music to my ears. "Almost all the laws of our race I have been able to break. I have no regrets about those. But why is murder that is not in our law so difficult for me to do?"

A dull drum that felt like a heartbeat. Silas’s shadow moved against me. His fingers were a fist at his side, his lips pressed so flat they almost disappeared. It was a shield—slow, unyielding and for a spare breath I thought the old alignment might hold: by the code, by the law, by force of muscle and blood. But the court had more instruments than law. It had ritual. It had theatre. It had the way power is baptized in ceremony until the masses believe the name they are given.

“It will ensure they have no choice.” Her pupils flare. “You don’t even understand what it is.” “Oh, I understand perfectly.” The Heart is more than power. It is legitimacy. It is ancient authority. It is the symbol and source of dominion over every lycan chief foolish enough to believe strength alone is enough. With it, no one will ever challenge me again. A deep, thunderous growl rolls through the clearing. The ground trembles. Every hair on my arms rises. Hope’s head snaps toward the sound—and for the first time, relief flickers across her face.

I just wanted to make him get his hopes up before crushing him under my feet. "I was just feeling indignant about everything…" The more I listened to her defense, the more I found her disgusting. "You really are a bitch, Ariana Holmes," I said, making every word as clear as day. "It might have been wrong for Ivan to abandon you back then, but he didn't commit a capital crime. "In fact, he might not even have done anything wrong back then. You were both just in a relationship with each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. "What did he do wrong by choosing to expand his career abroad?