New Lincoln Lawyer Novel Novels & Stories

Carol shook her head in refusal just as Lincoln walked in. "It's okay. Adelina is pregnant for my legitimate son, Oliver," he laughed. "What? No. You're lying!" I shouted. "Mother! Adelina hasn't come to visit me since I've woken up. Let her die with the rest of them," Lawrence said defeated. "He's lying. Adelina has set at his bedside everyday until he found out about the pup," Lincoln shrugged. "What are you going to do with us? As the former Queen, I am free to ask for sanctuary," I said dismissing the previous conversation. "You could ask for it if anyone knew you were here. Until then, you both will sit in the gallows where you belong," he coldly said. "We were once your family, asshole

And thanks to John’s mistake, that day was feeling like it could happen anytime now. “Let’s hope it’s the last time we are in the news for something linked to solving a murder.” I brushed past him as I unlocked my blacked-out Land Rover, sliding into the passenger seat. Lincoln slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. We headed out of the underground garage towards the police station. “So Lucas told me the headaches are back,” Lincoln muttered, acting as if he had just asked me about the weather. My jaw ticked as I found myself staring out at the busy streets, looking at the tall building as we headed further into the city walls.

There’s a darkness within Lincoln which is appalling even to a mafia like Damien. He may be a criminal but Lincoln’s aura is sickening him. Salvez had mentioned to him how Lincoln had stepped over the corpse of his own mother to get in Daniel’s good books. He didn’t even care about sending an innocent person to jail. People like him are the worst. “You’re mistaken then,” Lincoln claims. Damien doesn’t reply but is curious about Lincoln’s injury. “What happened to your eye?” He asks. “I was attacked by a man,” Lincoln mumbles and sits down. Daniel is in surgery but told him to come to his office. There’s a tension between him and Damien, who seems to be silently taunting Lincoln.

My breathing grew slightly shallow at his words as I gripped the pillow tightly, “That's impossible. My husband is not a criminal.” “I'm afraid your husband is a lot much worse than you think, Mrs. Tolliver.” Zayn snarled at me, throwing a bunch of paper on the table. “Go ahead and read them.” I reached for the papers the next second as he continued to speak to me. “Lincoln has been stealing from the pack accounts and he has been into some shady businesses too. Don't tell me you haven't suspected his lavish lifestyle, or were you too caught up in playing the pretty, rich wife?”

Everyone knew that the Stanton family was angered by this matter. Lincoln Zelman thought that he could be lawless and evil because of the little power he held in Sand City. The first few lives Lincoln took gave him enough courage to think that no one would trace it back to him, so he was even more reckless. Thus, Lincoln hated Nicole, who he had not met once but had already made him lose everything. How could he let this woman who ruined everything he had go? Even if he was in jail, he could still make Nicole regret coming to Sand City.

Lucy had expected Adina to walk away, refuse to speak with her or be angry, but Adina was rather smiling. “Come on, let's go," Adina said. She spun around and made her way to the entrance. They sat down and made their orders. The silence was uncomfortable for Lucy. She picked her fingers under the table. She couldn't look at Adina; she couldn't bring herself to look at the face of a good friend she had abandoned. “Did you go on to become a lawyer?” Adina asked. “Ughhh… yes. I did. I own my own small law firm. It's not far from here.” Lucy replied.

The horrific plague that had once threatened to engulf the town, the betrayal, the loss, the battle and years of survival of those memories seemed far away, hidden beneath the burden of a new life, one laden with hope. It was a still morning. The sun came through the fog, spreading the cobblestones in pale, golden light. Birds sang out to one another as they passed above the rooftops, and the wind had the scent of pine and salt. There was an association of heat to the day that seemed like the promise of something new, something to grasp. Krishna and Ignatius stood side by side on the balcony of their little cottage, looking out at the village below. A steaming cup of tea was held in Ignatius

I still can’t see his eyes, but I feel them–boring into me, as if he could peel back the layers of my skull and read my thoughts directly. “You broke the law,” he says slowly. “The sacred law.” The words land like thunder, even though I don’t know what they mean. My hands tremble. Somewhere deep inside, something shifts. A crack. A fracture. “I…. What law? What sacred law?” I whisper. He leans in. I can smell something on him now–ash, maybe. Earth. Something old. “The one spoken of only in whispers. The one no one, not even the elders dare to challenge. And yet…. You did.”

Stop gawking at the lawyer, Em. “Right. Have a seat.” Phin sat down in front of his desk, which was immaculate in its organization, color-coded files placed in various bins and organizers. Pens were lined up next to his left hand, while a calendar with neat handwriting took up much of the room on the desk. Emily looked around, her gaze landing on the bookshelf that took up the entire southern wall. Trying to make out the titles and knowing it was hopeless, she suddenly felt intimidated. Of course she knew Phin was smart: he was a lawyer, for God’s sake. But the books were like a flashing signal that screamed at her that she was out of her depth.

His green eyes are just as dull as this weather. "If I don't come up with a great story I'll lose my job. My mom doesn't work. She relies on me to take care of things. This is all I have always wanted, to be a reporter and a damn good one too! I know there are dark secrets in your family Lincoln. Your mother did not die in her sleep like the papers said. She was in a car with you went it went over this bridge and it sank at the bottom of this lake. You may or may not remember the details but that is what happened. Laurie was moved from the facility after I tried to visit her because else knows a lot. They don't want her talking to me. G.G was looking into your family when her child was taken