Lawless Ones Novels & Stories

I breathed in, trying not to get pissed. “I was in the fucking millitary, Alvah, I know what regular guns and regular bullets look like! So next time you want to lie to me you better make up some convincing bullshit! You're a lawyer, you can lie to other people I don't care but you can't lie to me!” “Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—”

said Wak Halimah, Nirsal's mother, who was afraid that her child would be affected by the glitter of today. "Listen, so pious men don't like hurting women," said Lidya. "Ready, Sis. Nirsal doesn't like hurting women. Nirsal loves mom, loves cecek and loves brothers. Nirsal wants to learn self-defense, who will hurt Nirsal's sister later, let Nirsal pay them back with fists."

He screamed in agony as I twisted them around the fresh wound. "I - I don't know who they were. They told me they could make me rich as long as the bust happened. Something about hunting down wolves in sheep's clothing. These people were out of their hats, talking about cutting your supplies so they could get their new drug out on the market. Said it'd make us regular Blokes high as a kite and make others an easier target to catch." I gritted my teeth as I stood up and ripped the pliers from his leg, throwing them across the room.

"Almeida, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm here to help you. If you just cooperate then everything will be smooth. You can go see your sons and see what we can do if you can be acquitted of your charges." Silence reigned between them. "Tell me about T. Sawyer Group and your connection with De Rossis. I want an answer now, Almeida..." Keira asked grimly. Almeida frustratingly sighed. Her breath was still shaky. She closed her eyes and looked up at her. "No one in De Rossis knows about T. Sawyer Group. We were careful enough to hide it. Not even the police can trace us. T. Sawyer Group is actually a group of ghost lawyers that helps syndicates get away from their criminal charges. It's a careful

The front door opened as he got to the foot mat, he stepped in and the guards at the door bowed respectfully to him. The Lawsons were a family large family of five children. Three boys and two girls. All the children were married except for the last girl who was still single refusing to get married despite the men that came her way. The first son died in a terrible car accident years ago leaving his son behind which happened to be the golden boy. The entire Lawson family was present, waiting impatiently for their golden son to tell them what he wanted to say. They sat silently in the living room with worried faces. They all wondered why he had demanded for their presence so urgently.

“ARRGGGHHH!!” screamed a helpless old man as his right palm was stabbed with a knife. He could no longer bear being tortured like this; he wanted to die right then and there. But the person torturing him would certainly not let his torment end so quickly. Lewis, or Law as he was called, was the deputy leader of the Black Wolf mafia, notorious for being sadistic, cold-hearted, and perverted. “Don't die yet, Mr. Harry. I still have a lot of inspiration to paint many marks on your body,” Law said with a grin. He played with his small knife skillfully, as if ready to carve cuts on the body of the traitor in front of him.

Quite clever to be honest, but also risky. Today is the day when the Lawkers put on a ceremony as a peaceful gathering for supernatural creatures that every leader must attend, which include witches, wolves, and vampires. As for others, they are free to come as they please. The Lawkers, according to what he told me, are the very first five wolves to ever walk on paws. The more wolves that were born, the more they needed laws to follow to avoid chaos, so the five wolves made those rules. That's why they are called Lawkers.

Law loved that fucking movie; that was one motherfucker that didn't give a shit about the odds. The man kept his eyes on the gun in Law's hand as he laid in the dirt. "I'll tell you what, how about I put this away, and we go at it mano y mano, huh? Boys, I'm gonna fight this piece a shit bare-fisted; if he gets the drop on me, no one is to touch him, understood?"

She still had that babyish innocent young girl thing going on then, was now coming into her own as a woman and some fuck had been drooling over her for his own sick perverted fuck reasons. I'ma end up burning this fuck to the ground, but first before I lose my shit, I'm gonna make her mine officially. The whole fucking town was full of fuckwits as far as I can tell; who would miss 'em? The asshole that had done Law's family, and now her aunt and uncle, not to mention the fucking hate brigade assholes. What was the fucking point in letting it stand? Law's place was on the outskirts; he won't miss the shit. What a way to be thinking on my wedding day.

"I'd cross my fingers." "Harboring Earthlings is punishable by death!" Altaire growled. "Not in my Kingdom," said Odincliffe, "It is Welkin Law!" Altaire thundered. "It's InterRealm Law! The Lower realm dwellers will not stand by and do nothing." They can feel the distress of the castle's guardians. They're shifting on their toes, attentively. Trevino chuckled, amused. "You're the one who first broke the law, you stupid scoundrel."