The Grim Reaper's Lawyer Novels & Stories

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

"You're here for the defamation consult?" "How did you know?" I asked, then realized. "Wait… you're the lawyer?" "Guilty," he said, pulling out a chair. "A Mason Clarke contacted me about a harassment case. I'm just waiting for the client to show up." I checked the text for the hundredth time. "Oh my God… Oliver Hayes? You’re the 'Lawyer of the North'?" He grinned. "In the flesh. And you and your friend share a name?" "Yeah… just call me Elena," I said, waving it off awkwardly.

I looked away. We took our seats. Adrian settled beside me and leaned close almost immediately. “We should’ve set bombs under their chairs,” he muttered. “That might have been faster.” I almost laughed. Almost. “Next time,” I said. The door opened again. A ripple swept across the room as the lawyer walked in. Everyone stood. I stood too, though slower than the rest. I hadn’t seen him since my grandfather’s funeral. He looked older now. His back was more bent, his hair completely white, his steps measured and deliberate. He carried a leather folder under his arm like it was the most important object in the room.

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

"Turn the screens off now!" The displays went black, but the horror remained hanging in the air. Diane’s lawyer stepped forward, pointing a shaking hand at me. "That was brutal," the lawyer said, his voice ringing out like a death sentence. "That was inhuman. That was the act of a cold-blooded monster! Look at what we have all just witnessed! This man lied, manipulated, and murdered!" He turned toward the judges, his chest heaving.

“Something about your origin.” My throat went dry. A shiver ran down my spine. He knew something. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I lied. “Oh, really?” The corner of his lips lifted up. “But we all saw it,” Professor Dianna chipped in. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” I spat, meeting his gaze. “I’ve won.” The air thickened, pressing against my lungs. The smile on Mr Grim Reaper faltered, his gaze darkening. Professor Diana narrowed her eyes. The short man’s face was a mask of fury.

If not for the child she’s carrying, I would’ve taught her a lesson she wouldn’t forget. I splashed cold water on my face and made my way downstairs. The lawyer was already seated when I walked into the room. He looked much older than I remembered. The last time I saw him, he had no grey hairs—it was years ago when Grandpa and Dad were still alive. What’s so important about this meeting that Jake had to come back here? He hates this place. I cleared my throat and sat down. Andrea didn’t even look in my direction. “Mr. Jason Whitman,” the lawyer said. “Good to have you here.”

She had a smile, and the clipboard and pen were in her hand. “Good morning, Miss Hyest. How are you doing today?” “I’m okay,” I replied softly, and she went straight to checking my vitals and asking me questions about how I was feeling and my pain levels. The pain was bearable. It did hurt whenever I remembered what brought me here in the first place. “I guess you really are good to go,” she said with a smile as she scribbled something on her board. Suddenly, a loud voice made me jump. “The fuck you mean that the lawyer wants some time with his client alone! His attempted murder! We have all the evidence that we need to push for a court trial! The asking questions at this point is useless be

"I'm not a criminal, and for fuck sake, I can't do that, I can't hurt her." "Isn't it?" I was silent at his question and did not immediately answer. "Why can't you answer my question Mr. Lewis, can't you really hurt your wife?" "Direct me to what you know Atty." that's all I said to his question. "People said that lawyer's souls are automatically in hell because they don't care if their client is right or wrong. All they do is protect them, lied to everyone just to make them innocent. And on my side, I can do the same to miss Hailey just to win her case. but luckily, I don't need to do that because all the evidence that I have is very clear. "

"They want me to turn blind." "They want you to stay alive. You play dumb, you walk away." "And if Ichiro is playing me?" "Then you die in this concrete hole anyway," the lawyer snapped, grabbing his briefcase. "It’s your funeral, Val. Pick a side." The lock buzzed. The lawyer walked, leaving the room dead quiet. Valentina looked at the folder. Her blood was pumping pure venom.