Prosecutors Badge Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

I nod at him with a huge smile on my face and his words warmed me. I am going to win this no matter what. “Will the prosecutor please rise?” Judge Karoline instructs. “With honor.” Attorney Browning smiles as she begins to walk closer to the box. My armpits were now sweating and my shaky hands were clammy. “Can you please state your full name and your relation to the plaintiff…” Attorney Browning gestured to me before she turns her attention to Jake. “And to the defendant.”

In case you're wondering my parents are extremely religious and my paintings could put Bosch to shame so I use my birth mothers name as my professional alias. On his end Mark has also done quite well for himself, despite spending his early twenties drinking like a fish, and fucking- as well as fighting- like an animal, Mark graduated Summa cum Laud from Suffolk university and is currently a senior partner with one of the best Law firms in New England, where he has become one of the top prosecutors in the private sector, having to date never lost a conviction. In addition Mark has obtained some local notoriety. Dubbed by the press as "The Bad Boy" attorney as much for his wild past as his alm

"...I know." Before she could respond, Jade hurried into the evidence room. "Boss." Luca turned. "The Chief Prosecutor wants to see you." ... A few minutes later. Luca and Freya entered the Chief Prosecutor's office. The atmosphere felt unusually tense. Besides the Chief Prosecutor, two unfamiliar men in tailored suits sat across from his desk. Neither looked pleased. The Chief cleared his throat. "ADA Moreno." Luca nodded politely. "Sir." One of the men spoke first. "I'm Daniel Brooks. Department of Justice Oversight."

I met his scowl with a smirk of victory to annoy him further. “For arraignment, we call Criminal case no. 34-1234 between Leandros Vasiliou, gamma chief of the Luceres Pack, NWT, the plaintiff vs. Alpha King Iliad Argus of the kingdom of Argyros, the defendant. The council awaits the appearance of the prosecution and the defense counsel,” said the clerk. We waited as Alpha Achelous stood up to represent the prosecution. “I am Alpha Achelous Doukas, the prosecutor under the direct and controlled supervision of the council.”

Three attorneys sat across from me. Julia March, family law, sharp-eyed in a way that suggested she'd seen every kind of domestic war imaginable. Marcus Ross, asset protection, carrying the clinical calm of someone who could turn panic into clauses. Leonardo Cross, coordinating everything, thin-framed glasses and a voice that sounded like it had been built to say, "This is incontestable." Christian sat at my side. Relaxed posture. Absolute attention. As always, even when he pretended not to be invested. I sat straight, hands folded on the table, my engagement ring catching the cool overhead light. I hadn't planned to display it. But I wasn't hiding it either.

It was the look a master gives a dog that thinks it’s escaped the yard. "Please state your full name for the record," the prosecutor, Ms. Harris, said, stepping up to her podium with a thick manila folder. "Scarlett Vale," I said, the microphone catching the tremor in my voice, amplification making it bounce off the high cedar ceilings.

He said, “One thing you have to remember as a lawyer is not to take a case you won`t win. There is a reason he took the case and converted the charges. He`s not taking you down for murder, he is taking you down for human trafficking; something he`s getting paid for.” When I got home, I went to do my own background check on the Advocate only to find that he owns a law firm with the best Attorneys and Advocates in the field. Not even a single lawyer in his firm ever lost a case nor bribe a judge. They were all clean- including him. That`s when I knew I was never going to survive this case unless I steal the docket or bribe the Magistrate- Kill the Advocate if possible. I had to do something.

“I’m so very confused,” Presley rubbed her forehead and with her other hand reached for Cruz. She needed his strength as all of hers seemed to have seeped from her body to pool somewhere under the table. She felt comforted as his large hand engulfed hers completely and then he moved sideways and pressed his lips to his temple. The lawyer spoke, “Miss Brookmore, my name is Atticus Marella. I am the legal advisor for multiple families associated with the Phoenix Initiative.”

The prosecutors' approach seemed to bring a cold wave with them, their footsteps clicking against the marble like a countdown timer. A fierce looking blonde woman led the procession, Detective Gabriella Wilson's badge catching the lights heroically as she eyed the frozen table of board members. Behind her, two junior prosecutors clutched folders thick with documents and assumed a ready stance. "Gentlemen." Her voice cut through the silence like a blade. "I'm Detective Wilson, Financial Crimes Division." Her lips lifted in a smile. "We have a warrant to search these premises and seize all documentation related to the McQueen Gallery Exhibition."

he said slowly, applying more pressure to his grip until I felt my pulse throb between his fingers,“is to support me, not to make me look like I can’t control the woman I’m about to marry.” I tried to twist my way out but he only squeezed harder. “Daniel, you’re hurting me” He released me with a shove, straightening his cuff links as though nothing had happened. “You think voters want to see the future governor’s fiancée playing hero with mobsters? You think they’ll trust a woman who gets her hands dirty with criminals?” I stared at the hand marks on my arm, a new one in addition to my other bruises and marks. “I’m a prosecutor. My job is to put criminals behind ba—”