The Daily Laws Novels & Stories

Haziya's sad eyes these past few months really broke her heart as a mother. "Tomorrow is the follow-up trial, ma'am," said Haziya, telling her mother who forgot the trial schedule. "Eh, did you? I forgot, I'm coming to court. I'll tell Lidya later so I don't come back." "No need, ma'am. Let Lidya focus on her studies, graduate quickly and be able to get married, eh." Haziya did need a lot of support when she had to set foot in the office of the religious court. Although he had been there several times to take care of the administration and the first trial last month, he still suddenly felt tight and trembled there.

He momentarily forgot that he was the one who called first. “Just a moment, attorney, I would just like to ask you what my older brother and I will inherit from my father. I will need money. ” "Where are we-" The lawyer asked in astonishment. He could not predict the maiden's intention. Suddenly the lawyer's phone line was cut. He was just fixed it last week and it started to happen again. He just sighed at the interrupted conversation between them. He immediately went to his room to get dressed. He had to go to the girl at the precinct immediately and need to know what is the money they are looking for. He called the doctor to ask if the girl had mentioned anything about her inheritance. Bu

Changes were made to the legal provisions almost every year, so even the lawyers had to constantly update their knowledge. "Is that all you did today?" Jackson's voice became increasingly softer.

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.

“Wassup Attorney” “Daniel.” I acknowledged, we worked for the same Good-will law firm but i barely got to see him.. and other lawyers. That was mostly my fault, i didn't have time to stay at the office. Thankfully i had a good secretary who does the annoying work for me. She also chooses most of my potential cases for me. “Congratulations on winning yesterday's case. I salute you.” “Why are you using a real gun here?” I said, not that it really concerned me but the gunshot would get the attention of the police and other things and i just couldn't deal with anything serious right now.

Lu Mei stood there in a gray coat, hair tied back, eyes tired and merciless with love. My mother. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet." "Noted," I said. "New court policy: fewer romantic injuries, more exits." Aunt Lan shoved a bowl into my hand. "Argue later. People first. Gods can wait in line." That was how the new court survived most days: terror, objection, someone making a practical point, then a rule no one had time to polish before it had to save a life.

I’ve already ruined my first impression and I seriously don’t want to dig an even deeper hole and fall in it myself. “Right.. I always mix Wednesdays and Tuesdays. Well my name is Hodge so only refer to me as Hodge and don’t you dare pull that “Sir” bullshit on me. Now moving on why the hell are you twenty minutes late on your first day?” He talks seriously fasts. I was actually only ten minutes late but you didn’t hear me knock. Of course I won’t say that and decide to tell the truth: “W-well I-I didn’t know we start 7.30”

Now it was just time to make it official. My heart hammered in my chest as the council members appeared on the screen, all eyes on me as I prepared to address them. Every gaze felt like an electric charge; every whisper an echo of my internal conflict. "Today, I redifine the Larch Groove Pack," I began, my voice steady despite the tremors within, "Today, I enact Luna's Law."

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.

From the other end of the line came an old man's voice, trembling with sheer excitement. "Get the corporate legal department and our security team to the Imperial Galleria downtown immediately. My car has been smashed."