Trafalgar Law Woman Novels & Stories

He doesn't need my word to get my consent, my silence was my consent, they said, and remember, a sinner cannot be a chooser. I hold myself back as I see people are cheering for I have restored my honor by taking the man who has violated me as my husband. The voice was deafening. "You people are insane!" You would have screamed to them. And I agree with you, they were sick. They are. But we could not keep throwing tantrums like a little girl, can we? We are women now. And women know better… At least that’s what the little wife of my new husband had made me believe.

” “Well, I’m not being sued, the divorce is final. There’s no injustice at work, that I know of, so I really have no idea what that means, but thank…” Anna stopped in mid-sentence. Standing behind Shifra, in full regal garb was the woman depicted on the Justice card, and she was smiling.

"Not after what he’s done to her spirit. Whether she's a 'criminal' or not, she doesn't belong to a man who can't decide if he wants to kiss her or kill her. That kind of instability is a death sentence." "And you think you are any different?" Zita asked. I was expecting the challenge. "As it stands, Alpha, Tristan has the legal right and the historical claim over her. In the eyes of the Council of Alphas, she is his to punish or protect." "That he does," I bragged, a dark chuckle echoing in the room. "But history favors the brave, Zita. And we all know that Tristan is a coward who hides behind laws because he’s too afraid of the truth. I don't need a legal claim. I just need to be the one s

There was something about Sarah that commands attention, not just because of her beauty, but because of her gaze. The buzz in the station grew louder when Atty. Martin Wane and Lady Catherine Shand arrived. Heads turned, and whispers rippled through the room as the two walked in. “It’s raining beautiful people in here,” someone jokes. “Is that Lady Catherine Shand? What’s going on?” “They’re not just beautiful,” another officer adds. “That’s Catherine Shand—one of the most influential women in international law. What’s she doing here?” A policewoman, her cheeks flushing as though she had just seen her ultimate crush, whispered excitedly, “Oh my gosh, I had no idea Atty. Martin Wane was such

“No, I don’t work here. I’m a hotel receptionist. This is my uniform.” He pulled my hands over my head and held me down forcefully. “If you don’t work here, what exactly are you doing here?” I used my chin to indicate to the room behind the curtain where Jason was and said pitifully, “That’s my husband. I’m here to catch him in his affair. I didn’t expect my head to get stuck in between the railings.” The middle-aged man looked at Jason as he fooled around with a young woman, and he seemed to believe me.

The Dean said, looking perturbed over what she had done. “No! She will be fired now! And this one here will accompany my son tonight. If not, she will have to compensate for mental and physical assault after I sue her for every penny her family has!” Mrs. Law yelled. “Girl, I suggest you take the offer, accompany Mr. Law tonight, and bear with it.” The Dean suggested. “How can a married woman accompany another man besides her husband?” Tabitha asked, holding up her ring for everyone to see. “What trash did you ever marry? He is nothing compared to my Jakub.” Mrs. Law snickered.

Rosebud announced after clearing his throat. “Keep Lord Fulher along with Lord Geoffery in confinement pending the king’s return as well.” Megan added, “come with me.” she gestured to the woman beside her. “What’s your name?” Megan asked. “Margaret, your highness.” She responded and Megan smiled, “okay.” “You can’t do this!” Was the last thing Fulher said before Marcel and his men circled him. “This is unconstitutional!” Lord Geoffery added. The two women turned and walked out of the courtroom. Megan had her fill of humiliating Fulher today, she knew that it was only a matter of time before Mirabel retaliated in some way.

. The straightness of his posture. The way his hand never once trembled on that staff. That hair color. She felt the realization hit bone-deep. “Ria,” she breathed. Vaelen gave a nod. “His daughter. And the only one who could carry the name.” Back in her pack, the highest honor a female could hope for was Luna. Nothing more. Girls clawed and killed for that title. Gemma certainly had. “Will the law even permit that?” Vaelen’s voice wrapped around her like silk on steel. “I am the law.” That settled something in her—something uncertain and feral that had been pacing ever since that day in the throne room. She returned her gaze to the man. No wonder the lady had such a pose. She was

the woman must be executed. I was so deeply consumed by the brutal reality of that law that I failed to notice the figure rounding the corner. By the time I realized Calista was right in front of me, it was too late. We collided. A beautifully ornate box, sealed with the royal wax of the palace, slipped from her hands and clattered to the polished floor. “Your Grace! I am so sorry, I d-didn't mean to block your path,” she stammered breathlessly, quickly dropping to her knees to retrieve the fallen box.

The horn blew once more. I raised my hand. The Trials paused. “Enough,” I said, stepping forward. The mask of command settled on my bones. “Five remain. That is sufficient.” “But the old laws say—” one of the court emissaries began. I turned my head. Just enough to silence him. “The old laws also said a woman couldn’t survive the fire. And yet—” I opened my arms, shadow and flame licking my wrists, “here I stand.” Silence. Good.