The Lincoln Lawyer Novels Novels & Stories

She arrived at the law firm at exactly eight o’clock. Barely five minutes after she sat down in her office, Hunter knocked and stepped inside. “Liz, Mr. Lincoln and his lawyer are here.” She nodded. “Alright, take them to the conference room. I’ll be right there.” “Got it.” Ten minutes later, Liz pushed open the door to the conference room. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Lincoln’s lawyer, Tim Chapman immediately stood. “Ms. Smith, it’s been a while.” “Mr. Chapman, long time no see. I didn’t expect we’d meet again under these circumstances.”

The lawyer walks away. But it wasn’t. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting the memories of the courtroom wash over me. Her lawyer's voice cut through everything, calm and controlled, steady even when Samuel Drake tried to tear him apart piece by piece. I had watched that man destroy people on the news, careers and lives. He never lost like that. Yet Ms. Quinn's lawyer stood there, unshaken, turning the case around with precision that felt almost personal. He deserves an accolade too.

I state with fake kindness and they all have a seat comfortably in my office sofas, me being raised by a rude woman as my mom, don’t offer any drink to any of them. “How may I help all of you?” I ask after texting two of my contact lists to come in my office ASAP; well I had someone fetch my phone from home and that person being none other than Eric, and promised him to help him with his work load. “We came to see how you are faring on.” Uncle Tom decided to lie. “We want you to drop Miles as a client or become Anne’s lawyer.” Marianne says. “We already went through this.” I state “and you Isaac out of all people should understand I can’t.” I address my fellow lawyer who looks bored out of h

Celine’s Pov Playing with little Henry at the park was a way I employed to escape the tense feeling and the atmosphere of futile efforts. After realizing that Aaron Lincoln was my dad's lawyer and the one in charge of the case, I put in all the effort I could to assist him, doing the little we could to sabotage and overturn the verdict. But the more we dug into the case, the more complex it became. Williams had been involved in so much fraud, and fighting the case only uncovered other hidden aspects of his dealings.

Flint grunted in understanding and faded away. I met Lincoln in the parking lot. I played the part the world believed me to be quite well. A rich bachelor who had a business he helped build with his father. A man who dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s. Donated to every foundation around by day and whisked away eligible ladies by night.

“You’re the first person I’ve met who actually picked Lincoln! We must be soul sisters! Have you read the entire series?” Of course I have. I’d spent countless stolen hours curled up in the suffocating corners of my old Lumiville room, blankets pulled tight, pages pressed to my face, sneaking through the series that Sylas had grudgingly bought for me. I imagined myself as the female lead, the one both Gary and Lincoln were obsessed with—the darker obsession belonging to Lincoln, who’s willing to spill blood and cross every line for her. Countless mornings, I’d woken with dark circles under my eyes, but I never regretted a single second.

He trained harder and longer as he aged to make sure he could never be in that kind of position ever again, but now that Ian was coming back around, it was as if all his skills would disappear and leave him as that same terrified child once again. His office door flew open, and Wilson waltzed in as if he was welcomed. “Go away.” Lincoln growled, gripping his tousled hair in his fists and keeping his gaze on the mess of paperwork across his desk. Wilson ignored his demand and plopped down on the couch with a grin. “You won’t believe the night I had last night.” He bragged. Lincoln rolled his eyes and tried to tune his beta out, but it was no use. His voice broke through his growling and conti

"The lawyers are taking over. When Marco finally snaps, don't be the one standing in the splash zone." Sally bolted without a word. The study doors felt lighter today—unlocked, Lina walked in, her boots muffled by the Persian rug. She had a leash, sure, but it was long enough to reach the mahogany desk. She knew the rules: touch the drawers or the encrypted workstation, and the silent alarms would bring Hugo and his goons before she could blink. Lina sat on the leather sofa, pulling a notepad from her jacket. her mind was locked on Ella Khan—the kind of lawyer who didn't just win cases, but erased them.

Without any hesitation, she strode away. Anabel was still cursing, but she couldn’t get rid of the two policemen. She roared, “Why are you catching me? You should catch that woman! She crippled four of my bodyguards. I haven’t gotten even with her yet! She has committed such a serious crime. Why don’t you arrest her but come to make trouble for me? Shouldn’t you follow the law?” The two policemen were expressionless. They know what happened and they know Priscilla is Mr. Lincoln’s woman.

“Because I want to understand one thing. You did well enough frightening your little receptionist, so much so that when she hears the name Sinclair she shakes like a stray dog. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of what you dumped at my door the other day.” “I don’t understand you. And if I said I did, I’d be lying,” Lincoln replied. Smooth. Always pretending to be ignorant. That was his specialty: acting clean while wading through the filth for me. But sometimes the act wore thin. I leaned forward, catching his eyes. “I want to know whether you’re completely useless or not,” I said. “Those lawyers who barged into my office the other day asking about the will, yes, we chased them