Lawyer Novels & Stories

"That's not comfort. That's just what I see." He was quiet. "You're very good at that," he said. "At what?" "At the distinction between comfort and accuracy." He looked at the sky. "Most people blend them. You keep them separate." "I'm a lawyer," she said. "By function if not by title. I'm not supposed to conflate evidence with reassurance." "You're not a lawyer," he said. "You're something more specific than that." She looked at him. "A pack legal advocate," she said.

Elaine said. The lawyer approached Detective Carter and extended his right hand for a handshake, putting a smirk on his lips as he began to speak. "I'm Attorney Anderson. I know you're skilled at handling big and serious cases, and I've seen your name in the newspapers for saving lots of victims from big fishes. But I believe suing my client is a big mistake, and I suggest you drop the case before it goes in the wrong direction."

He moved his hand through his shiny brown hairs and sat beside Josalina. "What makes a lawyer be at an office after the court hours?", Josalina teased James eating her noodles. James smiled but kept quite. He kept staring at the most beautiful woman eat noodles. She slowly swollowed her noodles handling the rough strands of her hairs that were continuously disturbing her. James is the top lawyer of the entire country and his contribution to law and honesty is highly respected. He is also the the highest ranked personal lawyer of the Build company who deals with all the company's construction affai

And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career. I watched him from the doorway. He hadn’t said much since the phone call. But his presence was loud. Calm, dangerous, watchful. Like a loaded gun on a velvet cushion. “You really think they’ll arrest you?” I asked, arms crossed, heart thudding. He didn’t even flinch. “They’ll try. And if they do, I won’t go quietly.” I shook my head. “That’s not a good plan.” “It’s the only one I’ve got.”

He actually laughed. "You can try dorogoy, but I don't think you know who I am or what I do." "You're a sick son of a bitch who molests their stepdaughters." His jaw ticked and I smirked. "I can defend myself in court, but the best part is that I can turn the case on you." He opened the console with one hand and tossed a glossy black card in my lap. I picked it up and saw the gold embossed words. Raymond and Vasily. The best law firm in Minnesota. Why didn't I even think of it? I didn't even need to ask him what type of lawyer he was. I had a gut feeling that he was a defence attorney. I put the card back in the console and acknowledged the fact that I was scr

he asked as he pushed the door that was still unlocked. “Yes, do you know any lawyers?” Lee answered. “Depends on the type of lawyer you are looking for?” “I want a lawyer or better yet an attorney that has the best results in the shortest time possible. The attorney should not be involved in any illegal cases and would always have the interest of the innocent at heart and would fight for them.” “There are three that I know,” Davis said. “You know if any of them have any dealings with the orphanage?” “Two of them do,” Davis said as he was wondering if the boss would want to meet with them.

Not after finding out the woman who changed the trajectory of my life has been sleeping next to me all this time. I'm staring at my lawyer as he says something about the divorce. I can see his lips moving but I can't really hear what he's saying. Lawrence Davies, the lawyer, has been working for me for the past couple of years. He's a tall sharp man who's obsessed with slicked-back hair and grey suits. He's an excellent lawyer who has never lost a single case since he started working for me. What I like the most about him is how funny he can be while still being professional.

"I’m Lucas Everhart. A Lawyer. From Everhart & Vale LLP. I’m interested in your case. It’s been a year, but it’s not too late to change things." I stared at him, at his hand waiting between us. Was After everything, after all I’d lost, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or cling to the fragile thread of hope he dangled before me.

The name sounded familiar but she couldn't place it immediately. "Adrian Lawson — tall, dark hair, liked basketball?" Emma asked, trying to remember. "Yes! That's him. Do you remember?" Emma searched her memory. A vague figure emerged. A tall, quiet but sharp young man. Always sat in the front row. Rarely spoke but when he did, it always hit the mark. "I remember a little," Emma said. "But what does Adrian have to do with this?" "Adrian is a prominent lawyer now," Jennifer answered with a note of admiration. "He handles major cases. Human rights cases. Cases against massive corporations. Even some international cases. He has a reputation for being afraid of no

Something dangerous. “I’m saying I’m a lawyer, Chloe. The best in this district. I’ve spent years learning exactly how men like Alexander Knight hide their rot behind board resolutions and offshore trusts and pretty press releases.” His thumb traced the line of my jaw. Slow and deliberately. “And I’m very good at exposing rot.” My pulse kicked. “You’re going to fight the lawsuit?”