Lawfully Yours Novels & Stories

And seemed that Carlo had read what's going on her mind. He smiled and touched her head. " Atty. Marquez is going to let us stay for the meantime in his other condominium unit. We are just neighbors." She was muted for awhile not until the lawyer started talking. "It's not for free. Though I know that it would be hard for the both of you to pay me, it's fine. You can work for me Claire while you study with your preferred field. How does it sound? Does it feel too confining?" She can't read what's on his mind neither does he. They are both careful with how they act with others. Not trying to show more than one emotion to an unfamilliar entity. It may sound so exaggerated but it is what it is.

"I refuse, no! This cannot be happening. It's a lie! You're lying to me!" "Oh princess but it is the truth." "Stop it!" I let out a scream, however, it goes unheard to Blake as he takes steps towards me. With zero distance between us, he whispers into my ear the one thing that would make my life take a drastic turn, "you're now legally mine."

“Perfect. But you’re carrying the flowers.” He held up a hand. “Deal. I’m framing this,” Ethan said, tapping the bottom with his pen. “Sign it first,” Layla said, pushing a pen toward him. He clicked the pen once. Twice. Then signed it with a flourish. “Look at us,” Ethan said, leaning back. “Officially fake. Yet surprisingly proud.” Layla signed next, then leaned back, exhaling. “Okay. Now the real deal—our first I*******m post.”

Scott cut the guy off with a steely glint in his eyes. Banging sounded through the room as the judge pounded his gavel, quieting the whispers from the jury and spectators. The defense lawyer was given a warning to keep the questioning relevant to the case at hand, and to refrain from using such insults. The defense lawyer offered a hollow apology and rephrased his question. “Do you feel an omega would instigate an attack like this for personal gain or to obtain sympathy from an alpha they were involved with?”

So she’d know I was still with her. That I’d always be with her. I slid the pendant into the envelope I had in my pocket and scribbled a note on the back of a bakery receipt I found in the glovebox earlier today. For protection. For strength. For you. Always yours—S. I folded the paper carefully and tucked it inside the envelope, then gently slipped it through the slot in her door. Axle calmed instantly. “She’ll know,” he rumbled in satisfaction. “She’ll feel it.”

He don't want to scared this woman infront of him and take advantage of her drunk state. Clairol's blush and feel a dryness on her throat. She cleared her throat to get his attention away from her legs. “Please eyes up here.” She bravely said when ashame suddenly hit her. “And excuse me.” She tried to get her legs to put it together but the man still standing between on her. Clairol's just shook her head. “Uhm, Can you move backward a little bit?” “Oh, right. I'm sorry.” Draven chuckle and he move backward like what the woman said.

"The law sees things differently. This filing asks the court to officially declare that no legal marriage exists between you and Ms. Sanders. We'll also be taking legal action over the false representations surrounding the wedding ceremony and the reputational and physical harm caused to Ms. Sanders." Mason went still. The words, "the law sees things differently," landed harder than anything else, stripping away the last piece of certainty he had been holding on to. He had always brushed off Paige's insistence on legal status as nothing more than paperwork. Now, that same piece of paper stood between them, something he couldn't get around. "No, you can't do this," he said, his jaw tightening

“Then tell me why you look like you’re bracing for impact.” I opened my mouth— And froze. Because suddenly, I wasn’t sure which truth he was asking for. He pushed himself off the counter, taking slow, controlled steps to me... “I don't like sharing what's mine, Olivia.. So tell your little friend to fuck off” Lucian said possessively.“Or the next time he touches what's mine, I'll cut his hand of and put it at your doorstep.”

"Hm yes actually, I need you to get me the cctv footage of onyx night club for last night. The vip areas” That caught his attention “Very specific about the area, is there someone in particular you're looking for sir?” “I don't see how that's any of your business” Lawrence raised both hands in surrender "Right. It's NONE of my BUSINESS" he said using his fingers to quote the none and business. I ignored him and picked up my tablet to go through my emails. He chuckled while walking out of my office "I will get to that, see you later boss". As soon as Lawrence closed the door behind him, I got into work mood immediately.

He just looked at me with eyes that grew darker, as if he was already imagining something I did not understand yet. I swallowed again, but finally nodded slowly. I accepted. What else could I do? Lazarrus walked to his desk, took a thin black folder from the drawer, came back, and handed it to me. On the first page, big bold letters read—A DIRTY DEAL. I opened the pages with shaking hands. My eyes went straight to the opening sentence. “This agreement states that Celeste Harper becomes the personal property of Lazarrus Walkez V...”