Story Case Novels & Stories

Caelan Hanson takes three bullets for his ice-cold, beautiful foster sister, Misty White, before her grandfather, Joel White, finally agrees to let him marry her. However, while Caelan lies unconscious from his injuries, Misty announces that the man she intends to marry is Ezra Caldwell, an impoverished student who's sponsored by the White family. This announcement sends shockwaves throughout the entire city. After all, everyone knows just how ruthless Caelan is, the wolf cub Misty had raised with her own hands. Ezra's merely an intern reporter at Portside Press Holdings. He's nowhere near worthy of being on this scion's radar. Hence, when Caelan shows up at Misty and Ezra's engagement

I pressed send on the thirteenth message I've sent to Darnell in the past five days. "Good morning. Court is back in session in the matter of The People versus Michael Lawson, case number 2026-CR-4471. This is day two of proceedings," the judge said, and Lana nervously pulled at the sleeve of her sweater, tugging it down over her palms, her eyes fixed on Mike, who stood in the defendant's box.

Since when had the Martial Arts Court been so concerned about security? "Sort of, but not completely," Sebastian said, grinning. Rosalie and Whitney felt more reassured. Sebastian pointed at the files, which were piled into a mountain. He said to Whitney and Rosalie, "Help me sort these cases out. Categorize them into light injury, severe injury, stealing money, and abduction. Separate them because I'm going to go through them one by one with Phineas." "Okay, no problem." Whitney, Rosalie, and Zane immediately got to work.

Orville reassures everyone. “Oh, thank god,” Carl replies, letting out a sigh of relief. All his past interactions with Zac had been low key traumatic. But he was glad to hear that Zac was on the up and up. Or at least he was in therapy. Which was at least better than Dave, who always refers to therapy as a way for “those hoes to get the tea for free.” The car finally comes to a stop in front of Slurps. It was extremely busy that day as everyone was watching the Owens v. Movato case live on the many TVs inside the diner.

"Here? Isn't it a fake story?" She shook her head. "No, these are real cases approved by the high court for students to study with. I saw this case on the news a week ago. The plaintiff was awarded three grand monthly from the husband. It was supposed to be two thousand two hundred, but the husband got rude and that pissed off the judge.” She chuckled. “I wish things like this happen every day.” A real case? I didn't think the school had such access to actual cases. Does that mean the new case is also real?

he massage the bridge if his nose sign of him being stress. “You seems so stressed about it, I know how badly you want to bring the justice, but you handle that few months ago, that case was closed before, you just opened it, but you’re acting like you handle it years ago, stop pressuring your self. You’re indeed impressive Policeman, you closed a lot of cases—” I didn’t finish what I’m trying to say cause he interrupted me “That’s the reason why I’m more stress right now. Why I can solve and close others case while this one is so hard, this is way more that important to me than those cases that I handled” he raise his voice, I’m shock, he’s not like that.

What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly. “Don’t be so dramatic.” As if reading Anderson’s mind, Suit spoke up. “Like I said earlier, the first story was just a test run for you to understand how things work. Things will be different next. Remember, just as your actions and decisions will affect the course of the story, so will the decisions and actions of others affect yours. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” Suit smiled with a knowing smile.

She knew I had no big cases to win. “And which case was that?” Darcie leaned against the door frame, false innocence coming off her in waves. “The big one, obviously.” I could feel her roll her eyes at me. “You have so many big cases, I'm not sure which one you mean.” I stopped typing and looked up at her. “The one where an incredibly hot guy asked why I was going out to celebrate, and I didn't have the guts to tell him that I was supposed to go have dinner to celebrate the raise I didn't get.” I shrugged to try and brush away the hurt. “Winning a case just sounded better.”

“You want me to accuse him? Falsely?” “Yes.” He said it simply, without flinch. “We’ll construct a narrative. We’ll hire counsel who know how these cases move. We’ll make sure the first story people hear is ours.” For a second the room tilted. I felt like a chess piece, small and moved by a hand I barely understood. Then the memory tore through me, Kiyara’s blood, the hospital lights, Raghav’s scream. The ring I had worn like armor. The years I’d handed over to a marriage that had never been a marriage to him.

She asked, "Just like that time in Mu Zixin's house, casting dice to tell stories, Zhuang Jia unconsciously memorized someone's story, then when she faced the Black Rose murderer, out of her self-saving instincts, she retold the story she had heard before, processed it and retold it." Yu Yang said, "To get the judge to recognize this story, we need witnesses, you go and check Zhuang Jia's friends, see if there is anyone who has been to a party with her and has heard a similar story, I'll go and check on Ma Kai Ze and Ma Kai Ming's side, see if I can find out any other clues." The two of them discussed the matter and immediately started to act. Yu Yang returned to the prosecutor's office and