Legally Blonde David Kidney Novels & Stories

I couldn’t be sure. “Absolutely, I’ll start on the paperwork for equal privileges. You gather me evidence against Cynthia and if the time comes when we need it, we’ll get her laughed out of a courtroom,” David replied. His interest in working a little bit shadier was sometimes disturbing–as if he didn’t care who he hurt as long as he could be ruthless. But that's why I paid him. As long as he used that ruthlessness to help me, I didn’t care. “Thank you, my friend. I’ll be in touch.”

’ “Dad, I need you to come to Old Mike BBQ. I met with some trouble. Yes, I told him I was your son, and he said for you to come and meet a master, Blake Elon. Yes, that’s the name he gave.” Click. “Dam! He hung up.” “Are you two alright? I didn’t scare you, boy?” Blake asked the Mother and son. “No, you were awesome. Are you a superhero?” David asked before his Mother. “No, I’m no hero. Only a concerned citizen.” Blake chuckled. “And If I didn’t push?” Susan finally arrived beside the Mother and son with a smile. “I still wouldn’t have allowed for them to be taken.” Blake coyly stated, rolling his eyes.

However, David seemed to understand something, and then he spoke, "I once heard from Mr. Ares that Keyara was very precious to him. Besides, at that time, the girl was pregnant, and when she was saved by Mr. Ares, the fetus inside her was extraordinarily strong. It survived." "Eh?" Grey was surprised, then he turned his face to David. Memories flashed in his mind. Ah, Grey just remembered that Keyara was found pregnant a month after the assault. So, the boy introduced by Ares, Lion, was indeed his child with Keyara. More precisely, it was the result of an accident. "What could be the basis for proving your words are true?" Ethan asked now. "There is none, but if Mr. Grey doesn't believe me,

The only color in the world was the burgundy of my silk blouse, and even that felt like a costume. "I'm going to handle this," David said, finally. His voice had shifted. The controlled tension was still there, but underneath it, I heard something new. Resolution. The particular brand of masculine resolution that men like David deploy when they believe they are protecting something vulnerable. "I'll talk to Adam. I'll talk to our legal team. Whatever Alice is planning, we'll —"

He held eye contact with the lawyer so much so that she shivered after he was done speaking. After taking care of the legal fees, and David was released, he had a limp in his steps and his knee was hurting badly plus he looked horrible. So they headed to the hospital, where they discovered they would no longer be covered by insurance since they had lost the companies, so Sandra decided to pay for the check-up and it cost way more than expected since there was an inflammation due to Henry’s impact on the knee. “Can you not throw a tantrum right now?” David asked tiredly, limping as his legs were wrapped up in a white bandage.

He fell limp onto the floor as his teeth chattered. "T-That isn't right. If we don't run a blood test for both of them, she might die from her body rejecting the kidney…" Silvio sneered. The dagger in his hand reflected with a silver light as he pushed it against the doctor's neck. "I make the rules now. Remove the kidney, or you'll die." Ernest shook his head wildly as he tried to crawl out of the door. "No, Mia! You can't treat me this way! I love you. I really did love you…"

She just slammed the door right in his face. Calvin turned her words over in his head, and suddenly, a wild idea came out of nowhere. But the moment it crossed his mind, he shut it down. He told himself it couldn't be true. He was just freaking himself out. … The next morning, Calvin showed up early at Zephyr Law Group. Mom, Dad, and Louella had heard what was going on, so they dragged Nathan along. Natalie was sitting with Kenny Carrington, a lawyer I was familiar with.

"Rambo, if anyone opens their mouth again, bite them—hard." Rambo growled, low and threatening, its eyes sweeping the room. Just then, a furious voice roared from the doorway. "Claire! Who do you think you are, hurting Brenda? "You ungrateful brat—get out here, now!" My brow twitched. Great. In all the chaos with the staff, I'd almost forgotten about him—David Sinclair—the guy who liked to pretend he was my dad. Spoiler alert: he wasn't worthy of the title.

A hard slap landed right on the staff member's face. "Who do you think you are, lecturing me?" Serena barked, her gaze fierce. "You're all in on this scam together, aren't you? How much did he pay you?" "It's the truth…" the young staff member said, his voice trembling as he covered his face. "The surgery records, the death certificate—they're all there. You can check." "What's there to check?" Serena snapped, her finger practically jabbing his nose. "Go back and tell Jason he has three days. I'll give him three days, no more than that. If he doesn't show up at Central Hospital to donate his kidney in three days, Tina won't be coming out of that operating room alive!"

The Creator seemed to have a twisted sense of humor. "Look, if you're just regular kidnappers looking for a ransom, then I assure you, this isn't the kid you'd want to take quickly," I said, forcing a dry, nervous chuckle. My voice sounded thin and reedy. "You see how she's crying already? It's like this all the time. She'd give you a seriously hard time. You'd probably pay me to take her back." "You can drop the act, Catherine. We know exactly what she is. She's the Celester Moon child," David grunted, his voice a low, impatient rumble. The gun in his hand didn't waver.