Lawyer Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

I clicked the link, which took me to one of the news sites. “Rich Author Raises Money for Families in Need,” read the article’s heading. My mouth suddenly went dry, I right myself on the bed. This wasn’t the kind of thing I could look at while lying down. I scanned the article, taking in fragments here and there. Evangeline Snow the reporter said, is a Contemporary romance writer whose novels are New York Bestselling books has started her charity work by raising money for friends facing foreclosure. That had been the year before, and since then she’d organized fundraisers for several other families and has foundations which helps orphaned kids.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

I thought of historical fiction novels or something medical, since he was supposed to be doctor. “Actually I write romance books combined with legal suspense. The series is called “Love Lawyer”. It’s an unremarkable title but it turned out to be catchy,” he laughed. His answer surprised me but I quickly thought that I would love to read at least one of his books. “I would gladly buy your book. Will I get an autograph from you then?” I asked coquettishly. “For you, I will sign a very special dedication,” he sounded pleased with my question.

Roman’s gaze remained cold and fixed ahead, his long fingers tapping once against his knee as the city blurred past the tinted windows. Beside him, Elena leaned back lazily, watching him with the amused gaze of a cat who had cornered a lion. “You’re very charming on the phone,” she drawled, her tone light, mocking. “Do all your lawyers quake when you breathe at them?” Roman didn’t look at her. “They’re paid to follow orders, not question them.” Elena hummed softly, as though mulling over his words. Then, as his conversation with the lawyer shifted into details of asset protections and confidentiality clauses, she shifted too, her posture changing, her voice turning sweet, almost sing song.

Wendy sobbed, “I don’t have her social media. But I do know she’s a lawyer. She runs her own law firm.” “OMG, a lawyer who’s also a homewrecker? No morals at all!” “Lawyer or not, don’t romanticize that profession. They’re just paid to do a job like anyone else.”

I knew I couldn't live like this any longer, yet here I was, trapped in this room as dangerous men lurked just across the hallway. As I reached for the book, memories of my past flooded back - memories of fear, of being trapped, of signing my freedom away. My heart raced as I clutched the book tight. But something drew me to the golden roses on the spine. Roese… My heart skips a beat at the sight of a rose, especially if it's pure and white. Ever since I was a young girl, their magical allure has enchanted me. I view them as an emblem of fortune and pray that with unwavering determination, one day I too will pen the final chapter of my fairy tale, and find my happily ever after.

"Relax, Ziya. Why should you be so tense that he doesn't come." Haziya didn't reply with words, she tried to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. Pulling a smile and then sitting up straight listening to the judge give a speech. Shabir's absence benefits Haziya. Zaweel, who is very experienced as a lawyer, did not experience any difficulties during the short trial. Even this is the lightest case he has ever held, before he had never received an offer to become a lawyer for a divorce case because the cases he faced were more severe and difficult than this. However, so far Zaweel can handle it well, so his clients are satisfied using the services of a lawyer from him.

I added, and we just shook hands again for the last time then I at once turned my head back and started to walk. I am Wayne Ferrer; I am one of the best lawyers in the country. It's not about bragging because I'm just telling the truth. Truth is my second name! My name is very well-known on this field, that's not surprising. They called me 'Lawyer of No-Failed-Cases'... I don't think I need to explain to you about that, right. Because ever since I started defending my clients inside the court, I haven’t lost any of my case. They trust me enough reason I already built my firm. The WHF Law Firm.