Lawless Novels & Stories

Brayden Green, are you crazy? "First of all, this so-called regular woman is the heiress of Lawson Global as well as the current president of said company, you horny dumbfuck!" Brayden had no words for Bart's idiocy. "We're in Lon-fucking-la right now, not Dailand! Can't you just try your fucking best to rub your two only shriveled-up brain cells before doing shit in this place? "Do you have any fucking idea how strict Lonla's laws are? Do you know how frequently Lonla's authorities conduct their searches for illegal activities just to purge them?

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve bounced between ideas—graphic design, physical therapy, working with kids... but I haven’t picked a lane yet. What I do know is that whatever I end up doing, I want you to be the one beside me. That’s non-negotiable.” Nate’s eyes softened, and he squeezed my hand. “That’s a damn good answer.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Your turn. You asked me first.” He leaned against the park fence, the moonlight catching his profile. “I’m going to law school. No maybe. No plan B. I want to be in that courtroom, actually changing things. I want to shut down every predator, every abuser, every system that let people like Wilson exist.” His tone had that same fire I saw earlier

She knows better than to do something so reckless. Not only did Layla almost kill Willie—another pack member—but Willow is also set to become the Pack’s next Luna. Wolf on wolf violence is strictly prohibited unless sanctioned and guided by the pack elders. Occasionally, business and other matters of life are handled this way by The Pack, but it’s very rare to see two wolves fighting in public. We have laws against that. Laws that Layla so recklessly broke. As soon as I was sure Willow was safe, I was going to round her up and head to my father’s so she can be dealt with accordingly.

And when it stretches and snaps… I couldn’t imagine what I’d do. “For us, it’s business, we only hurt people that cross us and we kill people that deserve to be killed. We don’t make the act of shedding blood a pleasure or a favorite pastime.” “Really?” My smile morphed into a cocky one, “I doubt the men that were nailed to chairs and have their bones spoken piece after piece would say the same thing, or the girls that were brutally raped because they owe your family would say the same thing.”

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the legal system, or the abuse of power," I wound down. There was a knock on the open door. Holy Shit! It was Nicole Lawless, Attorney at God. "Who are you?" Brock spun on the newcomer. "Hey Nicole," I yawned. "Hey Cáel," she answered. To the rest, "I'm Nicole Lawless with [the Legion of Undead Litigators] and I'm taking over Mr. Nyilas' case." "Wait!" I raised my hand. "I need to know something first." There was a pause. "Nicole, are you wearing underwear?" "Sweet God, you are exhausted," Nicole compassionately noted. "No, I'm not." Underwear.

“How can you punish someone for who their parents are?” “Supernatural law is different from human law,” Luna explained. “Bloodlines are seen as valuable, especially when they involve powerful families like the Blackthorns. Your mother left while pregnant with you, taking you away before the pack could claim you. That’s what they’re calling theft.” Kane’s jaw clenched with barely contained anger. “And the ‘consorting with enemies’ part refers to me, and to humans. They’re saying that by forming a bond with the alpha of Iron Fang, you’ve turned against the Blackthorn interests.”

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"

“Kaden was reckless, but he believed in something. You, on the other hand, seem to believe in revenge.” That hit a little too close to home. I said nothing. Moretti stepped around the desk slowly, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. “Here’s what you need to understand, Myra. This city doesn’t run on law. It runs on order. And sometimes, order doesn’t wear a badge.” I hated how calm he sounded. Like he was in control of every heartbeat in the room — including mine. “Tell me what really happened to him,” I demanded.

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”