Story Case Novels & Stories

“Everett, have you went through the files on the blue case? You know, the one that Scott and Igor gave me last week?” Asked Sabrina rapidly, looking at the pile of papers and other random objects in her dining table. Sabrina was right. They were near to winning the case. After getting the notice from the supreme court saying that they only have to stand 6 more trials, Sabrina was more than happy to work her ass off as fast as she can.

I spat “I heard something” Kelsey walked forward “About who?” I asked “Ricardo O’brein but I think it might be related to her” Kelsey went on “Go on” I said suddenly interested “My mom’s sister owns a law firm and they heard that he was working on a new case that involved a teenager but he didn’t involve the press, which is not something that he did. he always made his cases public” she explained “And according to what I heard if he wins the case it would be his 50th win which is supposed to be big news but there isn’t any news about it” she continued

I closed the case file. Without the slightest hesitation, I delivered my verdict. "The defendant, Scarlett Kane, committed intentional murder. The crime was carried out with extreme cruelty. The circumstances are especially egregious. Furthermore, she engaged in long-term bullying that caused significant social harm. "This court therefore sentences Scarlett Kane to death, effective immediately." The gavel came down with a thunderous crack, and with it, the last remaining voices of doubt on the internet were silenced. Scarlett's legs gave out beneath her.

Kole’s POV The restaurant case and my opening statement went very well. Shocker. The litigators in charge of the restaurant group don’t know shit, and even though I turned over everything and they reviewed the witness list, which now exceeds over 350 people and they still weren’t prepared for what we were gonna throw at them. So yeah… this case is about to be big. Another win, just like Universal Airlines. After wrapping up both cases for the day, I’m honestly relieved I didn’t have to go downtown to the Daley Center. Just Maybrook today. But the next one? That’s at Daley Plaza, so I already know I’m gonna have to deal with that parking garage headache.

he said, unfastening his seat belt. “You’ll get late,” I said, unfastening mine as well. “I’ll reach on time, baby. Just come,” he said, opening the door for me. I nodded and followed him into a nearby restaurant, where we ordered breakfast. “Now tell me the details of your case study, so I can help you,” Uncle offered, and I nodded, giving a brief overview of the case study. Case Study: State v. Taylor Facts: Michael Taylor is charged with the murder of his business partner, John Davis. Taylor and Davis had a contentious business relationship, which recently escalated into multiple arguments. On the night of the incident, Taylor was seen leaving Davis’s office building, and Davis was found

I said into the oversized smart phone, which wore its own revealing slip case with an exposed belly, allowing my fingers to gently stroke its smooth glass, (stop it). "It went fine, but I'm just leaving now," Stacy replied. "I don't know if we are going to win this one Grace." "We'll win it," I soothed, "If those assholes on the defense don't find anything promising, they have no case." This was true, and I knew it. Being a junior partner meant that I had access to a plethora of information, and I usually got my fingers into most of our cases, the same way I was getting them into to the top of my own lacy case files at the moment.

I ended the call and immediately blocked his number. The phone screen went dark. My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. "Honey, what did you mean by that?" I put my phone on the coffee table and sat back down on the sofa. "Mom, do you remember a case called Berkeley vs. Tech Innovations?" "No, I don't. What was it?" "A textbook failure," I said, picking up my teacup and taking a small sip. "On the surface, it looks like a win. But the case is built on a fatal procedural flaw."

The confidence in his smile was enough to show how certain he was about winning. “Your Honor,” he began, his voice steady and deliberate, “this case, at its core, is not as complicated as the defense would like this court to believe.” He turned around, his gaze lingering before it settled on Elara briefly. “We are presented with two versions of the same story. One supported by documented publication, verifiable data, and established institutional backing, while the other is…” he paused for a moment before he continued “…supported by someone’s word of mouth only.” A faint ripple moved through the room as everyone murmured among themselves.

Page after page after page. How the hell am I supposed to summarize all this in less than five hundred words? This is one of the most famous cases in criminal history. I return to my blank document and pause. At the front of the room, Mr. Madden’s face is faintly illuminated by his screen. It almost looks like he’s staring at a blank document too. I begin typing the core structure first: the year, the confirmed victims, the location, the timeframe, the essential behavioral patterns. Across the room, Mr. Madden continues watching his screen. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifts. Like he’s pleased with whatever he’s looking at.

He said, “The defendant, you may take the stand.” “I greet you all, protocol may be observed. Ladies and Gentlemen, would you disagree if I said every story has 3sides- what actually happened, how it happened and why it happened. But with this case, we`ve only heard about the ‘actually happened’, never mind the predictions of ‘why it happened', but what happened to the ‘how it happened? My lord, it would be only fair if the defendant gave out his side of the story so we could know how he ended up being the accused who pleaded innocent, don’t you wanna know?” “Objection!”