The Grim Reaper's Lawyer Novels & Stories

That would be the last time. My saving grace came from the same lawyer that lost my case ten years ago. He called up one day, saying he felt guilty. That I was the first case he ever took and he believed me when I said I didn't do it, he just couldn't prove it. He did now, although I'm not sure how. But I suppose lies crumble if you shine a bright enough light on them. There certainly was less resistance this time. Commander Campbell had retired and Reed had taken his place shortly. And now, Reed was Deputy Governor Campbell, someone who wouldn't bother with such a thing, powerful and untouchable.

All three of them turned their gaze to me, their expressions shifting to one of realization. “Oh no,” I said, realizing the situation was worse than I thought. “You want me to represent myself?” “You're a brilliant lawyer,” Kane replied, stepping closer, ready to make his case. “You know how to put together arguments, find the weak spots in legal reasoning, and turn evidence into powerful tools against your opponents.” “I’m just a corporate lawyer who focuses on contracts and mergers!” I argued back. “The most intense thing I've done in a courtroom is argue over intellectual property. I don't know anything about supernatural laws or how to deal with magical judges who could wipe me out with

The box. I sat and listened and outside the window the city was getting lighter by degrees and I thought about how strange grief was. How it lived in boxes under beds and in humming while cooking and in small stories told in hospital wards at odd hours of the night. Then the lawyers arrived. Two of them. Suits and briefcases and the specific energy of people who billed by the hour and wanted to get started. They looked at me with polite but pointed expressions. “We need a few minutes with our client,” the senior one said.

"Under no circumstances can the Legion be allowed to rise! That reign of terror, that domination, must never be repeated! They must be completely eradicated! The Grim Reaper must be struck down immediately!" In corners unseen by the public, the news on the dark web sparked massive upheaval, mobilizing countless organizations to action. The Grim Reaper, deputy head of the Legion, embarked on a legendary path of carnage that would eventually instill terror across the globe from that night forward. … In the meantime, Kayla was spoonfeeding Lawrence his medication at the Clarkson manor. She couldn't help but furrow her brow and said worriedly, "Ashton is acting so arrogantly and conspicuously, G

“Don’t think too much about it. Our lawyer will be here soon, and he’ll tell us what we need to do.” “I hope so…” Just like what he said, their company lawyer did pay a visit. He talked to Axel first, then to her. Leal was escorted to another empty room, with only a table and two chairs. The hanging bulb serving as the only source of light didn’t add to her comfort. Their lawyer, Rei, smiled warmly at her. He’s a pack Upsilon. “Hey, Luna. How have you been doing?” “Terrible,” she honestly muttered. Rei’s smile wavered. “But I’m glad you’re here to help us.”

From the moment he came to the office all his mind was on the woman he almost killed yesterday. Paul’s face lightened “Yes I have good news for you. I have found the best lawyer in town who accepted to handle the Green view case. He said that he has handled similar cases and was confident that he will be able to solve the problem we are facing. However his fees are really high and I am not sure if you will be able to accept his conditions”

"Oh, you gave me a fright. I almost thought it was real for a second. "Ms. Huston, if you're going to hire actors to put on a show, at least make it convincing. How could the daughter of the Hustons live in such a dump?" When Nathaniel looked at the two clowns, there was no anger in his eyes, only a cold indifference, as if he were looking at two corpses. With a light raise of his hand, an elite lawyer wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately stepped forward. He pulled a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to the lead officer.

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

I couldn't help but shrug off not remembering the past as my feet continued to walk amidst so many students just penetrating me. Wearing a pandora hat, black cloak, black shoes and carrying a small black envelope I turned towards the Dean's office. Today I have a soul to fetch as my duty. Something I want or not I will not be able to escape. I was continuing to follow the person I am going to pick up when by an unexpected coincidence someone suddenly stopped in front of the person who was destined to die today. I totally didn't expect her to suddenly look directly at me. In the few years I have lived as a Grim reaper I have never once experienced looking directly into the eye of any creature

The specialists had been clear about that. Except they'd been wrong. Or I'd been wrong. Or she'd been lying then, or she was lying now, or— My head spun with possibilities, each one more damning than the last. I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found my lawyer's number. Robert Grayson. The best in the city, which was why I kept him on retainer despite his astronomical fees. He answered on the third ring, voice thick with sleep. "Lucas? It's nearly midnight. This better be important."