The Grim Reaper's Lawyer Novels & Stories

“You’re his lawyer. Fix it!” The lawyer glanced at me, his eyes cold. “Mrs. De Luca, this isn’t about fixing. It’s about strategy. We need proof the evidence is planted.” “And if we can’t?” Alejandro asked, his voice low. The lawyer hesitated. “Then you’ll stand trial for murder and financial crimes.” “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not happening.” “Madam,” the warden interrupted, his tone clipped, “your time is up. “No.” I turned, glaring at the man. “I need more time—”

"Hurry up, we're in a hurry." The lawyer looked at her with some anger. He always knew that woman was greedy. He smiled calmly, placing his briefcase on the table and took out a CD. Then he looked each one of them in the face, where the word "money" was stamped. He felt repulsion and a bit of fear. He no longer had the strength or support to confront those "birds of prey" who wouldn't settle for a slice of the cake but wanted the entire pastry shop. He swallowed and announced with a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Tanarro, but Tanarro Kai's wish was to have the entire family present to read his will."

"Wait, you're only at the second stage of the True Martial Realm, so how could you kill Soul Snatcher? He's a third-stage practitioner!" "You don't appear to be sad about his death?" Caspian noticed Grim Reaper's behavior. Hearing that, Grim Reaper laughed. He took the scimitar behind him and answered Caspian, "Why should I feel sad? Since he's dead, the reward this time will be all mine. I can't even thank you enough! Your Highness, careful. I'm not at the same stage as Soul Snatcher. I'm comparable to your flourishing past — the fourth stage of the True Martial Realm!"

I gave them a tight smile and turned back to my car, praying they'd take the hint. "Not so fast,girlie,” One of them grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “How do you feel now that you put Gary Reigh, the big tobacco boss in prison, huh?" Lyle sneered. I cleared my throat, trying to appear calm despite the fear inside me. "I don't know what you're talking about. I think you've mistaken me for someone else." Jake laughed, a menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Don't play dumb, bitch. We know exactly who you are. You're that worthless attorney who put our boss behind bars. And now, you're going to pay."

That question was the last thing Nocturne had ever expected to hear from Leo. In all his imagined scenarios for how their dating life would eventually go, he had never expected his biggest secret to be exposed. There was no other way out than to be honest. “Grim Reaper is more of a human term,” he replied simply. “I will not lie to you anymore. I am the ruler of the underworld and my job is to collect the souls of the dead. Does that answer your question?”

Dad's foreman is withholding his wages, leaving him no choice but to travel into the city to find a lawyer and file a lawsuit. Unfamiliar with how elevators work, he stubbornly climbs 20 flights of stairs before walking into the law firm, clutching a crumpled contract. "Clem, can you take a look at this? My boss owes us 120 grand. What should I do?" As the founder of Hawthorne Law Partners, Clement Hawthorne has fought cases for countless stray cats and dogs. Yet, right now, all he cares about is helping his law firm's newest intern, Reina Ellington, revise her graduation thesis. "120 grand isn't even enough to cover my retainer fee. I'm sorry, but I can't take this case." His cold,

They all stared at me in stunned silence but I was too annoyed to think by this time. I saw Parker give me a surprised side look but I ignored him and kept my face straight ahead. I picked one of the reporters and looked right into his camera. "Hello everyone. Yes, I am pleased to inform you that I am Alpha Reese Nikolai's new lawyer. I may not be the best lawyer around but Alpha Nikolai has taken note of my immense potential which is why he has decided to entrust me with his case. In the coming months, we at Smith & Smith will do our best to ensure that the case ends in a victory for our clients. Those are all the questions I'll be taking today. Now please, get out of the way so we can go t

"Fletcher is dead." Serena's voice wasn't loud, but it landed in the courtroom like a hammer. She turned to face him fully, her gaze locked on his. "He was beaten to death by the victim's family two days after he got out of prison, the same family you never bothered to pay off." Declan stared at her blankly, then let out a laugh as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke of his life. "Dead? There's no way! You're making this up! You're trying to cut me out of something!"

Allen Peterson was stunned at the moment he took it: "It's impossible. The old man looks like this. It's definitely not cerebral hemorrhage." Hearing this, Ava Smith seemed to suddenly think of something: "lawyer, where is the lawyer brought by Richard?" Among the onlookers, a middle-aged man in a suit and shoes was pushed out. He looked elegant, but now his face was pale, undermining this temperament. "It's none of my business! It's all Richard. He said to let me interview actors and let me play a lawyer first. I don't know he's lying to me!" Allen Peterson went over and took out the death certificate: "do you know he made this thing?"

“I missed you.” “No, you not. What’s the problem?” I glared at the lawyer sitting in front of my mother. He stared at me as his lips were parted. I know that it’s beyond belief for him to see such gleaming white hair in person, “He’s Dominic Grey. My lawyer for the estate planning,” my mother introduced when I turned my gaze to her.