The Witness Novels & Stories

James asked. I scowled at him. "Do you think you could not say it for two days?" "I can try." James looked off into the distance. "I really hope this witness thing comes through." "Do we have any details about him or her yet?" I replied. "Witness? What witness?" Allegra asked. James waved a hand. "My PI keeps saying she has a witness she's trying to convince to come forward. I'm not sure who this witness is or what they'd have to say, just that it will be in our favor."

Despite their tumultuous relationship, she is willing to take his side when faced with the world's judgment. Seeking answers, Miranda questions the officers about David's destination and release date. They inform her that he will be held in a lockup until they obtain a statement from a witness. Confusion etches across her face as she asks, "Witness? Who is the witness?" Her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. “Terry Nashville -” Upon hearing the name that one of the police officers informs Miranda, David, and Melissa. The revelation leaves them visibly astonished, their faces reflecting a mix of surprise and disbelief.

Just then, Lucy and Alexei entered, their faces grim, their eyes shadowed with concern. "What's the plan?" Reina asked, her voice unwavering, her gaze locked onto mine. Lucy's eyes locked onto Reina's, a silent understanding passing between them. "We have a witness," Lucy revealed, her voice low, each word measured. "Victor's former associate is willing to testify." Reina's grip on my hand tightened, a surge of hope coursing through her. "This could end it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Alexei's voice rumbled, a low growl that underscored the gravity of the situation.

“She won’t answer you truthfully, Your Honour. She was totally brainwashed by them. We have a witness-” “You have a witness?” I interrupt him, looking at him for the first time. “You have a witness who tells you about attacks in my pack? Who would this witness even be?” Giorgio clenches his jaw as he tears his eyes off me, ignoring me as he answers my question to the judge. “The witness is, of course, too afraid to testify, so they won’t appear here to underline our concerns.”

they said, their voice laced with urgency. Eamon straightened, his attention fully focused. “What happened?” “There’s a new murder scene. It’s different this time—the victim was killed in the act of committing a crime. The killer was interrupted, and there’s a witness.” A witness. The word hung in the air, heavy with possibility. This was the break they’d been waiting for, a chance to finally catch the killer—or at least get closer to them. “The witness is human,” the team member continued, “Injured during the encounter. They’re being taken to the hospital now.”

The judge inquired if he had any witnesses to support his claims, to which he replied affirmatively. He summoned his first witness, Vanessa, to take the stand. The judge instructed her to swear on the Holy Bible before she began her testimony, and she complied. She started by stating that I was her ex-husband, claiming that we had never divorced but were merely separated. When the judge asked her to explain the circumstances that led to our separation, she detailed her account for the entire court.

I hadn’t even thought about that. “Witnesses?” I asked, my heart suddenly pounding. “People who would testify for me?” His brows furrowed as he pulled out a sheet of paper and scribbled something down. “Well, in situations like this, witnesses can be critical. It’s not just about what you say, but what others saw. If Marcus shows up with people who can back up his story, it could be a real problem.”

That witness must have been Polina. “Witness?” Nate asked. “Yes. She knows the inner workings of the Bratva and is ready to expose everything. She will be the final nail in that man’s coffin considering she has worked for him for over ten years.” “You may want to call your witness and ask her if she is coming,” I said casually before fixing my posture. Both men looked at me with curiosity in their eyes but I just shrugged it off. “Empty threats will now work on me. Go threaten someone who actually thinks you may be a dangerous woman.”

"We still have our witnesses." "What witnesses?" Kyra asked. "Everyone who could help us refused to testify against the elders." "Not everyone," a voice said, and Kyra turned to see Marcus, her boss from Velocity Motorsports, standing there with Zara. "I'm testifying next, and I have some things the council needs to hear about what really happened."

“And next time, they won’t test the door.” I look at Noelle. “They’ll test the witness.” Her smile is thin but steady. “Good.” The silver hums. Because the rules are set. The witness is watching.And the next refusal will be louder.