Nolan Booth Novels & Stories

“It’s simple everyone has been talking about it, especially in the social media. From the moment I woke up from my coma I kept seeing trending news on how you found yourself a hot billionaire lover. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t like that at all for you. However when I learned that he was the same one who paid my medical bills instead of your husband I began to appreciate him. Suddenly all eyes were on Nolan, didn’t he say he has a lot of money? How comes he couldn’t even pay Alma’s medical bills. He is really heartless? The people started commenting in the room. “Everyone I need your attention” The lawyer said.” I know some of you might not recognize me in person, but I am David Miles, the la

A few moments later, she said, "It's very unfortunate, but I have to inform you that Ms. Nolan's appointment slots are full until next year. You wouldn't try to jump the queue using tricks, would you, Mr. Bolton? So I shall expect you to wait your turn." She paused, and then continued, "Anyway, Ms. Nolan is a very straightforward person. She has a habit of working with people with high moral standards. She despises evil, especially scum who treat women badly. Therefore, even if it is your turn, she might not even want to see you. So I advise you to just leave and stop wasting your energy." Luke was speechless, gasping in shock. Droplets of cold sweat were rolling down his forehead. Was she r

I got your back. With the judge calling for quiet, the first part of the hearing consisted of the lawyers volleying arguments with one another, Leo's side making accusations that painted Nolan as petty and vindictive, smearing an "upstanding citizen." But Nolan sat with his shoulders straight, a flicker in his eyes. He knew he was holding something Leo wouldn't see coming. Finally, the judge allows Nolan's lawyer to present new evidence. The lawyer turns back to where Nolan is seated; Nolan nods and they begin to play the audio file.

Instead, I met her gaze with unwavering determination, my chin held high. “This is absurd,” Nolan interjected, his voice laced with disbelief. “You can’t strip her of everything without concrete proof. This is nothing more than an elaborate power grab.” Mr. Leonard sighed, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes. “Mr. Nolan, I understand your concerns, but we must follow protocol. Justice requires impartiality, and this is the fairest course of action until we have conclusive evidence.”

He motioned for me to come out after opening my lockup. "Who’s the prosecutor?" I questioned him with confusion. My curiosity was piqued to know about the prosecutor since I don't think any lawyer is compatible with Bella. She is the town’s most successful and sensible lawyer. After handling so many high-profile cases, she became the top choice for all the high-profile clients. "Nathan Ronaldo. He is famous for his selection of the cases. He doesn't choose every case to fight, no matter how much the client is ready to pay." The police officer's voice was filled with excitement as he watched the events unfold on the television screen.

Nolan gulped. I looked at a soldado, Fitz. "He's got nothing but an ID and ice cream shop coupons," Fitz confirmed, handing me Nolan's wallet. I grimaced at him. "What are you? Five?" Nolan eyed me. "You know, you seem familiar. Are you that Mafia guy from the news or something?" Someone punched Nolan in the gut; he let out a grunt and bent low. I checked through the ID, Nolan Mercer; he was from Kansas City, Missouri, and worked in the construction industry.

she pointed to the second folder. It was a file of a black, strong looking man named Nolan Fortin, a Frenchman. His facial expression on the photo was fearsome. He resembled a person no one would like to meet in the dark alley… “Nolan is responsible for armament and vehicles. He is an excellent sniper, highly intelligent and… he is gay,” Melisa snorted seeing my surprised reaction, “It doesn't make him a teddy bear, but he is definitely safer to be around than Marcus…” she added.

Nolan then left for Washinton after his family moved. “Nolan Stoll?” Kate asked again, utterly unsure. Nolan was a nerd who was bullied a lot during high school. Kate and Carlos always defended him, and that was how they became friends with him. The Nolan they knew in the past wore huge spectacles. He had braces, and he always had his hair brushed up. He was thin, and despite his intelligence, he was never sure about himself. However, the man standing before them exuded confidence. He wore no glasses, and he gave off a mischievous smile. He was now the CEO of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the US, Medkline Stoll Pharma.

I was consumed by rage as I stepped down back to my seat, as I knew the point he was trying to prove. “We call on Mr. Nolan Westbrook to take the stand,” My heart skipped a beat, I wasn't aware Nolan was going to take the stand and as he got there, he took an oath, his eyes were on me. “Mr. Nolan, can you tell….” Mr. Collins, his lawyer, started when Nolan interrupted him.

A judge who was famous for being talented and doting on his wife, but he always didn't like to show it on the outside, proving that Nolan was not convinced in his heart. Catching the main point, Heleen's soft feet had already left their high heels, deliberately touching Nolan's sensitive inner thigh. Nolan was concentrating on the story when he suddenly felt something soft under his feet. He was startled and wondered, what just happened, something soft just brushed past his thigh. The itchy, stimulating feeling immediately came.