Lawyer Novels & Stories

" He introduces. He looks like he's in his early fifties with peppered hair and a few stress wrinkles over his face. "Rosaleigh Clarkson, Mr Grey's personal assistant." I return and motion for him to take a seat which I take opposite him. "I'm not sure if Xander told you but I'm a criminal defense lawyer. I've been in this line of work for thrity five years now, I am the best of the best in the country and I'm happy to be at your service." He smiles but I find it hard to return it. I remain silent, a criminal defense lawyer? He's got to be kidding me.

He interrupts my reflection, irritated that I clearly wasn't listening to him and continuing to complain about what Kayleigh from his office did wrong on some case they're working on together. We continue chatting throughout dinner but he's distracted and I'm becoming less convinced that this is about our future and perhaps more about his work, he often gets like this if he has a particularly complex or traumatic case on at work. He's a solicitor, specialising in family law, and although he can't tell me specifics, I've seen some of the information in the news about cases he's worked on, and on those days I'm glad I chose accountancy over law.

he says with the same strong smile. "Excuse me, Mr Morningstar, I'm not sure what kind of counsellor you expect me to be, or what kind of deal you have with Thalia, but unless I know what kind o business you do or what you expect from me, I can't promise you anything," I say in a firm voice. "I need a lawyer, a lot of people have their own lawyers, ones to help them up," he says. "What kind of work do you do?" I ask him again.

“He says he’s Mrs. Luna Bexter’s lawyer.” Silence. I froze, my hand halfway to hanging up. Lawyer. Luna’s lawyer. “What’s his name?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended. “Dr. Maurício Alves. He insists it’s urgent. And confidential.” I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes, trying to resist the urge to laugh—or punch a wall. Luna. She won’t answer me. Won’t respond. Won’t look me in the eye. But she sends her damn lawyer.

Without hearing what he was saying, he did look a bit crazy. “I’m not so sure about him. He is a postal worker, after all,” She grinned. “And you’re a lawyer. I believe there’s a joke in there someplace,” Bob laughed deeply. “Ex-lawyer, remember. Fortunately, I haven’t heard any jokes about authors. Yet,” “How’s this? A mailman, an author and a lawyer walk into a bar,” Bob wrote the line on a napkin and handed it to her. “Here ya go. You’re the writer, finish it,”

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

The lawyer walks away. But it wasn’t. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting the memories of the courtroom wash over me. Her lawyer's voice cut through everything, calm and controlled, steady even when Samuel Drake tried to tear him apart piece by piece. I had watched that man destroy people on the news, careers and lives. He never lost like that. Yet Ms. Quinn's lawyer stood there, unshaken, turning the case around with precision that felt almost personal. He deserves an accolade too.

I tapped his back and he shuddered his head snapping "Did I scare you?" I asked laughing "No, you just caught me off guard," he said "Lies, you were scared. Admit it" "I wasn't" "So Mr lawyer don't you have any clients to meet today," I asked raising my eyebrows "I just finished meeting one before I came here" "What's your specialty?" "Company law" "That's impressive" "What about you, what did you study?" "I studied Economics" "That's a nice one but you don't look like somebody that studied economics you look like those people that study fashion" I laughed

"A lawyer comes to the house. He is a specialist in wills and probate." "A lawyer? Are you sure?" I frown. "Yeah. I looked him up on the Internet. He is based on Sixth Avenue. In New York. His name is Micheal Lawler." I blink hard as if trying to take this in. "Did Dad tell you this?" "No. I don't think he wanted us to know. I got his name and looked him up." I bite my lips and say, " I don't want dad's money. I have two mates and we're going to get married. They're very rich Alphas. I love them very much, I suppose I should get back home and see them."

"Do you know what nonsense you are uttering? Tell me." With a jerk, he turned towards his lawyer on what he just said to him. He was glaring at him with fury eyes while asking him. Because of his rage, his nerves were constricting. "It's clearly written in the notice that she wants her right." Saaem wiped sweat drops forming on his forehead. He is a well-known and reputable lawyer in this city. In a short span of time, he made himself a recognizable man. He always succeeds in every lawsuit.