Lawyer Fiction Books Novels & Stories

“Who is Mr. Knights lawyer? Liam says this lawyer has a way of making things… disappear.” Wilder pulled a folder out of his jacket and handed it to Saint. “His name is Samuel L. Lance” He said, “been a lawyer for about thirty eight years. He’s won many cases where crucial evidence has gone missing and his clients are questionable. Many of them are criminals ranging in everything from assault, drugs, and in five cases… murder.” A clang came from the kitchen and everyone turned their head to see Jackson picking a pot off the floor. Nathan jumped up off the couch and went over to help him.

He replied. “Help me?” Lucy asked. “Yes. Not that I am trying to toot my own horn, but I was your first investor when you were starting your law firm.” He leaned back into his chair. Lucy looked at him surprised. “That was you?” Suddenly it was all starting to dawn on her. “It is all starting to make sense. The one who recommended me for contracts and high-profile cases was you.” She pursed her lips. "I always wondered how I managed to land those jobs as a newbie in the law field. None of it made sense to me, and when I couldn't find any answer, I just settled that maybe I was just lucky. But I wasn't; it was you all along?”

"I'm not a criminal, and for fuck sake, I can't do that, I can't hurt her." "Isn't it?" I was silent at his question and did not immediately answer. "Why can't you answer my question Mr. Lewis, can't you really hurt your wife?" "Direct me to what you know Atty." that's all I said to his question. "People said that lawyer's souls are automatically in hell because they don't care if their client is right or wrong. All they do is protect them, lied to everyone just to make them innocent. And on my side, I can do the same to miss Hailey just to win her case. but luckily, I don't need to do that because all the evidence that I have is very clear. "

"I've stopped writing. I won't write tragedies like this anymore. "As it turns out, there's no such thing as a life that's doomed from the start. What people call 'no way out' usually just means that no one has been willing to lend a helping hand yet, and no one has been willing to use the rules and the law to protect those who are being harmed. "I want to write new stories—stories about attorneys like you, about women like Eleanor who break free from the darkness, about the light of the law, and about the warmth of humanity."

Alyosha had known Ibragimov senior and junior since the time of Angelov, and apparently they did not arouse much sympathy in him, not to mention trust, but if, after an unexpected visit of unfriendly wolves to our cottage, Alyosha understood why I was needed to refer to the family of lawyers, now Alyosha had no understanding of why I invited the youngest of them to me, just like I did. At first it seemed to me that I needed Misha precisely as a lawyer, but now I could not even answer why I had this idea at all. As a lawyer, he could not help me. I could only ask him to prepare a financial report for me as soon as possible, which he also dealt with, so that I would have an idea of ​​the amoun

"Smart!" "I'm a lawyer, Madam", he says, chuckling. "Madam?" I raise my eyebrows. "I didn't know lawyers can flirt so smoothly" "Not everyone though. That's a different talent", he cracks up. I take the full sight of his smile. However, I still have that in mind, not to fall into any kind of trap or emotion so soon. This is the first time I'm experiencing such feelings. He better not trick me with them. "Anyway, thanks for coming", he closes the book. It looks like a non-fictional book on law. "What will you have? Black coffee doesn't seem like your thing"

Perfect, she is running from me. I decide to get some work done, Todd had left a few files on my desk as he had covered for me the last few days. I was just catching up reading a few last details Lyla had given him about the case. Why do people lie to the lawyers, do they not realize it’s only going to harm their case if we don’t know. Or have they all watched to many lawyer tv shows where they manage to get them off Scott free by some miraculous miracle. Idiots.

Or she lays her head on my lap and flings her legs in the air. Like right now. She was reading her negative words list and telling me how she worked hard to desensitize herself to them. Not only is Genevieve a storyteller, but she’s an entertaining one at that, which is why I know she’ll make a good lawyer, especially for civil cases. She’ll be able to spin her own stories and capture the audience, and that is what makes the best lawyers. Even those who only chose law due to having a grudge against the system, such as Knox, can succeed as long as they are good storytellers.

I would have to ask him when I next saw him. The thought made me pause. I couldn’t ask him because I wasn’t going to see him again. Not outside the courtroom anyway. Even the romantic in me knew that this wasn’t some romance novel. This wasn’t some situation where we would live happily ever after. Whether The Judge was innocent of this particular crime or not, he was connected to some very dangerous people. Very, very dangerous people if the attorneys had been telling the truth. I didn’t have any room in my nice life for that. Not if I wanted all my dreams to come true.

There were some people who were criticizing my book, saying that the lawyer in my story was a loser, that she was weak and couldn't even confront her husband. At first, I felt a sting from the criticism. It hurt to hear that people were saying such negative things about my work. I started to wonder if I had made a mistake by sharing my story with the world. But as I read on, I realized that the criticism wasn't entirely unfounded. The lawyer in my story was weak, at least in the sense that she wasn't able to confront her fears and stand up for herself. She was stuck in a cycle of self-doubt and fear, and it took her a long time to break free.