Trafalgar Law Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

Seraphina walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I just got information that they have caught that Sharon female I told you about but she wouldn’t tell anyone where she had stashed Scarlett, she has been formally charged with causing harm, kidnapping and treason, my law on this is firm and the penalty is death for all three. I’m sorry, my Lady, but this one law I can not change.” “My king, this one law and penalty. I do not want you to change.” She then pulls me closer and kisses me. I let out a hiss as I pull her in tighter and deepen the kiss. I can still never get enough of my lady. I reluctantly let her go,

Mia screeched. "Love I'm sorry, sorry. I know I've been a jerk love I'm sorry." "Let me guess. You couldn't resist her good looks. She seduced you with her cheerful smile, her laughter and her sweet kisses and hugs you broke your promise. I do not care if you fell for her, I am your legal wife and she is the mistress. Only one of us can be in your life and that's I. I don't want you to ever be with Juliet. If you find that difficult, I want you to stay away from me for good and from our daughter's life." Mia said firmly.

"What do you mean? Get me ready for what?" The woman tilted her chin up. Her eyes were fixed on me, leaving no room for me to run. "You are Alpha Drake’s mate. But in our pack, being a fated mate is not enough to make you Luna. The laws are ruthless." My heart trembled at those last words. I whispered with dry lips. "Laws?" The woman continued coldly, like she was reading a sentence written thousands of years ago. "To stand beside the Alpha, you must prove you are strong. You must prove your blood is worthy of the throne. Tomorrow is your trial."

The lady immediately scowled when she saw Timothy shirtless and reaching out to touch me. She wordlessly strode forward and, without warning, slapped me so harshly that my head turned to the side. I was utterly blindsided, but the slap had also snapped me out of my emotional haze. The lady then raised her hand to slap me yet again. This time, I grabbed her arm as it swung toward me and squeezed it. The lady's face twisted in anger from the pain. Agatha Fairchild was born into a prestigious family. Then, she married the head of the Hardwell family and became its matriarch. For as long as she had lived, no one had dared give her attitude, let alone physically harm her.

This is not good. How can a man attack someone from the gentle gender? I hate seeing a woman like me get assaulted. It is horrible. "I understand you, Tara. That is why a woman should stand with her sister, whether she is wrong or wronged." I like what she says. She is a feminist like me. "Still, should not this stay a secret? Between the lawyer and the client, Mira." This is true. A lawyer must protect their client’s secrets. Especially when the case is sensitive.

There had only been one woman who had ever defied him: his late wife, Laura. “How dare you insult the prince?” Delia screamed and turned. “Guards! Come and take this girl away!” Delia lunged for the boxes, knocking the stack in her arms down. Laurel bent over to try to close the boxes and pick them up, but Delia grabbed the sleeve of the gown and pulled. A loud rip cut through the air and silence followed.

Why didn’t they do something about it for years then? If a man would have offended a woman, he would have been killed according to the laws, but when a woman tried to offend a man — there was no law. What kind of law was it? “The results are before you. Princess Hazel will receive a normal funeral according to the majority vote of the court,” Amor said. Hikari had a satisfied look on his face. Everyone hated Hazel. What kind of life had she lived to be hated like this by her own brother, even after her death?

There was a knock on the door, ‘He may be a billionaire.’ She glared at the Police Officer’s name tag, ‘PC Rowan, but I am Lady Katrina Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Contessa of Saxony.’ An expensively dressed lawyer walked into the room, ‘Contessa’ He bowed and turned to the PC, ‘My Client has registered a very serious allegation with you Officer, can you tell me what you are going to do about it?’

"They still represent the Empire." Before Kiara could answer— A calm female voice echoed across the arena. "It makes every difference, Your Majesty." Everyone turned. A woman walked confidently toward the center of the arena. She wore a pearl-white tailored blazer with matching trousers, her hair tied neatly into a high ponytail. Gold-rimmed glasses rested upon her nose, and beneath one arm she carried a thick volume of imperial law. She radiated intelligence rather than nobility. Tristan immediately stood from his seat. "Mother..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it swung open to reveal a man clad in the same color of uniform, but perhaps with more decorations than the officer questioning her. Behind the man, a woman stepped forward, gasping. “Chère…Mon Dieu! What have you men done to this poor girl?” She brushed past the man to drag Fara in an embrace. “Madame Devereux?” she asked in shock. “Oui, Mademoiselle.” She turned to the men. “You should be ashamed. This young woman has been through a lot already and the minute you lost your man, you found it necessary to drag her to a place like this and treat her like a trollop on the street. She's an heiress, gentlemen, and you would do well to remember it. Come,