Novel & Cerita Lawyer Fiction Books

She had to keep moving forward, but where was the end? As she entered her lawyer’s office, she was greeted with a friendly smile, but it didn’t bring the comfort it once did. The world outside was too noisy, too chaotic, and the walls in here felt just as suffocating. “Let’s get to work, Mimi,” the lawyer said, motioning toward the papers spread out before her. Mimi nodded, but inside, the unease lingered. Every word, every decision was becoming more tangled, and she wasn’t sure where the lies ended and the truth began.

And from the documents Liana gave to me, it doesn't look like they are immature criminals. They know what they are doing. Raymond was a lawyer who graduated with honors. He knew the law like the palm of his hand. That was the reason why he had never been caught. His clients trusted him a lot. He would befriend them and find out how much money they have. Then he would use either a fake company or even someone to sue them for something. He would sit as their lawyer, but in the end, they would lose to the lawsuit This was what he had been doing.

She started reading aloud from an article: “Listen to this—Inheritance disputes, divorce trials, foreclosure cases… lawyers get attacked most during these, not criminal court.” She wasn’t wrong. And truth be told, I had no doubt she’d become a brilliant attorney. But if I wanted her close, I needed to make a move. Fast. “Alright,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “You win, Counselor Amber Chapman. I’ll add a new division to my firm. I’ll have the contracts drafted this week. We’ll take on criminal cases together.” But instead of looking thrilled, her face turned pale. There was something else. Something she hadn’t told me yet.

I stopped being a woman sitting in her kitchen managing a complicated living situation and became, for the first time in six years, a lawyer working a case. I read fast. I highlighted faster. I made notes in the margin with the shorthand I'd developed over fifteen years that nobody else could fully decode. I flagged inconsistencies, circled dates that didn't line up, put a question mark next to every number that needed a source. Cayla had more here than she realized. Liam had been sloppy in places, overconfident in others, and overconfidence was my favorite thing to find in an opposing party's financials because it meant they hadn't bothered to hide everything.

“Yes. They’re trying to solve the murder of the criminal’s best friend who they’re accused of murdering, but the cop isn’t sure he can trust the words of a convicted felon. Each time they uncover a clue it points back to the criminal but it’s glaringly obvious it’s a setup. The cop though doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t decide if the criminal is making it look like a setup to fuck with him or if it’s a real set up.” “Huh,” he signed his name on the document and passed it back to her. He rocked on his heels, his hands jammed in his pockets as she scanned the signed paper and waited for it to load back to her phone. “People actually read these works of fiction?” “Yes.” “I’m more of a non-fictio

Christian asked, setting a mug of coffee next to me along with a stack of ancient-looking books that smelled like dust and old leather. “Your mom had quite the collection,” I said, eyeing the titles. *Werewolf Law: A Historical Perspective*, *Mating Rights and Pack Hierarchy*, *The Evolution of Supernatural Jurisprudence*. Heavy reading for anyone, but apparently essential for understanding the legal nightmare I'd stumbled into. “She was a lawyer before she mated my father,” Christian explained, settling beside me on the couch. “Specialized in supernatural civil rights, actually.” I opened the first book and immediately wanted to throw it across the room. The language was archaic, full of te

I knitted my brows together. “I don’t know.” She puckered her lips. “From what I’ve read, your online presence is quite confidential. So, I thought you get people to sign NDAs... or dispose of them.” She’d dug a lot deeper than I had thought, which I guess came with being a writer. She looked at me as if I was a puzzle she couldn’t solve. “People don’t tell because they know what’s good for them. If I had to shove around NDAs, the whole of America and Italy would’ve had lawsuits tucked in their closets.”

Alice My book is open, and I'm playing with my pen between my fingers. Our professor is talking about something I don't understand. Winnie is taking notes and holding up her hand now and then, but I can't put my heart into this seminar. Pre-law... Becoming a lawyer... This just isn't what I want. I return to my empty block and start drawing. People are discussing things, but the sounds of their voices die. I'm drifting into my own world, and the page turns into a comic recreation of what happened with Nathan and me this morning.

Vincent felt himself frowning, had her sense of euphoria been so grand that she had lost all sense of wonder and excitement for this world? “Okay, say, say that I do believe you.” Vincent continued, “What exactly is a ‘Lawyer?’” he asked as he raked his hair disrupting the formal sleeked back look that he had been aiming for. Her story was illogical, and if she told another person the same version and it happened to be leaked, then her position would be in danger. “Like a..defender of some sort.” “Oh, with like, magic?” “No, words.” “Like a world of spell casters?’

“Some are calling you the female John Grisham. For a first time author, how does that make you feel?” Stupid question, Alex thought. “Well, Stephanie, I could say that John Grisham is the female Rachel Clark...” Great comeback, Rach. The reporter obviously didn’t share Alex’s appraisal of Rachel’s remark. “Uh, what I meant was that your book, Legal Briefs, is set in a law firm.”