Trafalgar Law Female Novels & Stories

I tuck the few strands of hair which has fallen off the clip behind my ears, looking around I move myself to the first row bench. I take my seat beside the lady seated next to the man, her blonde hair pulled up to a neat high bun, her skinny legs crossed the point of the heel getting contact with me. I clear my throat as I lean over to my right closer to her and whisper "Excuse me, your heel," I point at her shoe. The hazel eyes takes a glimpse of me, she purses her red velvet lips as she rolls her big eyes and moves her leg. She is Tira Liam, A lawyer who will do anything to win a case. It's tragic that a beauty like her has committed a quite number of murder yet not caught red handed.

“Just my beautiful woman you can’t blame me I’m only looking at what’s mine.” Kate stretch’s and I groan and she arches her back and he breast lift and harden from the loss of my body’s warmth. She turns her head and gives me a smirk. O this woman will be the death of me. “You do that again and I’ll take you right now.” She giggles and stands up and I groan again as I watch her perfect butt sashes as she starts walking back. “Sweetheart tonight you will pay for that!” “Oh what ever do you mean Alpha.”

“Not him. The law.” I stab the page. Right through Clause 3, Section 9. Pin it to the stone like an insect. “I, Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw,” I say. Loud. So the wind carries it. So the Moon hears it. “Daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina. Mate to Alpha Alaric. By blood, by bond, by every child you sold… I strike this law.” I rip the page out. And throw it in the fire circle. It catches. Curls. Turns to black smoke, thick and choking. The smell is old paper and lies.

the Alpha girl replied, her eyes cold as ice. “You have no right. It is private. It is my heart.” “Privacy is for those with status, little wolf. We’ve already memorized the best parts.” “Give it back!” Emily tried to snatch it, but her strength was gone, and Britany was a trained warrior. She dodged the attempt with effortless grace. “I don't think I'll be returning this treasure,” Britany said. “It is mine! By the Moonlight Law, you have no claim to it!”

"Tell Cael about the letters. He should understand the full picture—he's on the new panel." Rowan looked at her. "You trust him that much?" "I trust the process I helped build," she said. "And yes. I trust him." She went to find Mira, who had stayed at the keep during the territorial council trip and had apparently spent most of it in the library with Pren, reading the pack history records with the focused appetite of a child who had decided she needed to understand the context she was living inside. When Elara came in, Mira looked up from a stack of records and said: "Did you know there was a woman three generations ago who rewrote the laws? Almost entirely. They called her the Quiet Archit

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

I smiled; it had been ages since I had seen her in her gear: Her bronze chest plate, dazzling with bright blue jewels, polished by Lunaria’s waters and blessed by the Goddess herself. Her spear was in her hand. Ornate and delicate but deadly in the hands of an expert like herself, its tip reflecting the early morning sun. Regal Artemisia. “Separate yourselves!" Her voice was loud and rumbling, commanding respect as the sisters separated themselves according to their abilities. Niylah stood in front of the water wolves, her small beautiful frame and bright blue eyes reflecting the sun's light as she stood at attention in her gear. She was a fine piece. Artemisia had outdone herself. If only…

I needed to drink some water. I walked to the kitchen and took a glass and poured some water from the jug in it. It quenched my thirst almost instantly. I happily went back to the living room where I found Faryah majestically walk down the stairs. I stared at how beautiful she looked in the dress. It was a royal blue flay dress with a some shiny patterns and an average length train. There were some ruffles from her stomach that had a lighter shade of royal blue and they stopped a little above the knee. The flay and full part of the dress were decorated with flowers and glitter. She looked so pretty. Her sleeves were long and her white scarf was styled perfectly. Her scarf had a shiny silver

"As you are well aware, Falcon Enterprises—every factory, every acre of land, every cent in the offshore accounts—belonged to your brother, Mr. Kavan. You managed to seize control after his 'accident' by threatening his widow, forcing her to flee to the village with the child. You played the grieving brother well, but the law has a longer memory than you do." Rahim slammed his glass down. "The widow is gone. The girl was a toddler! Who is going to challenge me?" "The will," the lawyer said coldly. "Kavan’s final testament was ironclad. It states that upon his death, the assets would be held in a blind trust until his daughter, Zara, reached the age of eighteen. Rahim, the girl turned eightee