Lawfully Yours Novels & Stories

Wright replied patiently, “That’s true only under certain conditions. The law is very clear. Unless there’s undeniable proof that Mr. Lloyd has no grasp of reality or a documented history of mental illness, his will remains legally valid.” Sasha froze, her voice stiff and mechanical as she muttered the same words over and over. “No! That’s impossible. You’re lying! You’re all working together to trick me. Rachel, you just want to keep all of the Lloyd fortune for yourself, so you dragged in some so-called lawyer to scare me. Do you really think I’ll buy this nonsense?” Rachel propped her elbow against her head, her voice cool and steady. “You don’t have to believe me. But everything he just

Ryder had been very still through this. "The full moon is in two days," he said. "Yes." "And if we don't renew—" "He gains claim. Not physical possession — the children are warded, the bond is established. But legal claim in the old compact law, which supersedes pack law and territory rights." Sorin folded his hands. "It would give him the standing to act against Auryn specifically through the original compact's enforcement mechanisms. Mechanisms that predate every ward we can build." The room was quiet.

Kieran said, “and that if we wave them in front of a panel, asset law just… evaporates?” “No,” she said. “I think the originals might say things like “Lunaris can not be property.” Or “Lunaris custody lies with Lunaris.” Or “You don’t get to sell us.” If we can prove those words existed before Crowe’s version, half the packs who are pretending this is neutral law will have a reason to stop pretending.” Daire watched her, something between dread and admiration darkening his eyes. “You want to walk into a territory you barely know exists,” he said, “to ask a family you’ve never met to fix a mess I helped make.”

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"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

“Then she steps forward and goes: ‘Your Honour, with your permission… one final point.’” Alex shook his head, impressed all over again. Wilson continued, acting out the entire thing with wild gestures. “And then she gives one SHARP legal angle, clean, crisp, correct. The opposing counsel started stuttering like WiFi with poor signal.” Gillian groaned loudly. “Wilson, please!” “No, no, let me finish,” Wilson insisted. “Judge took a deep breath, sat back, and said ‘Judgment for the defense.’” Lily squealed and hugged Gillian tightly from the side. Alex placed a proud hand on her shoulder.

“Ken stop shouting. I am alive and safe and okay. We need to take over the company TODAY.” “What? Is it clean enough for you to do that now?” “Yes it is. I have all the legal papers required and Judge Phillip has already granted me full ownership.” “That is okay and why now?” “Tristanisalive.” “SAY WHAT NOW!” “TRISTAN IS ALIVE!”

"Your mother's relic, huh? I hate to break it to you, but in this Casino, my word is the only law that matters. And as far as I'm concerned, that relic belongs to me now." Kinsey's heart sank at Harold's words, realizing the gravity of her situation. She knew she was at Harold's mercy, and there was no telling what he would do to her. "You can't just take something that doesn't belong to you! This is illegal, Harold," she defended her rights. Harold's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as he leaned in closer to Kinsey. "Illegal? I repeat, in this place, I am the law. And you, my dear, are about to learn the consequences of crossing me," he threatened Kinsey.

Yes, I’ll be careful. I miss you too.

Pierce warned. “All I’m saying is that I’m a single child as well, and I don’t have any nieces or nephews, so I depend on you.” “Keep it up, and you’ll be walking to the club.” “Alright, I’ll stop. Quick question: is PDA allowed on club premises?” “We haven’t discussed that either, but common sense tells us not to mix business with pleasure.” “Yeah, that might be for the best, I wouldn’t want the poor girl getting fired. Since you brought up dying, you need to change your will stat if you haven’t already. It would be a shame to leave this Earth and Stella got everything.”