Eres Cruel Pero Justa Novels & Stories

Her high pitched voice pierced into the atmosphere, “I’m an adult! One old enough to know what injustice looks like!” “Really?” The alpha asked inquisitively although his anger was palpable. “Tell me, what is Justice?” “Justice is doing the right thing. Not being unjust to a loyal person! How can Valerie’s parents serve so diligently even to the point of losing their lives yet….” Breaking down shortly in tears. “Yet, you want to demote her to being a mere omega. That’s unfair!” “So you were eavesdropping on my conversation?” “Dad, that’s not the point.”

"As the elders of the werewolf council. We hereby announce that this young man here , has commited grave offences of taking legal power in his hands. No matter how just and brave his actions may be, murder of 589 men is not something which can be pardoned." Alex looks down knowing what it is going to be while, Vera was ready to get up to stop this right there. "He has killed people brutally. Murdered in vengeance and shown horrendous amount of inhumanity. Keeping a person like him alive is itself a question on the justice served by court. We as werewolf council don't glorify murders in name of justice. Justice is our power and ours Alone!!" "So we all after discussing have decided that....."

She demanded, yanking her head backwards painfully. “No.” Magdalena whispered, as tears trailed down her cheeks. “Bernard was right about one thing though.” “What was that?” Margo whispered. “ Your brutality…. It’s unmatched. You would have been perfect for him.” She whispered. “There’s a big difference between me and him. I only hurt those that have hurt innocent people. You and Bernard do this shit for fun. It’s disgusting.” Margo growled, applying more force. “You’re no different than us.” Magdalena laughed, tiredly. “You just use your own sense of justice as a reason to snuff out life.”

“Revenge? By destroying their parents? By taking away their jobs? Do you even understand what you’ve done?” “They deserved it,” Zaylien shot back. “If they hadn’t embarrassed me, I wouldn’t have done anything. I wanted them to feel what I felt. Do you know how humiliated I was?” Lucien’s eyes hardened. “So you humiliate other people to heal your pride? You think that’s strength?” “It’s justice!” Zaylien raised his voice. “No.” Lucien’s tone was sharp. “That’s cruelty. You didn’t just touch them, you punished their parents for something that happened at school. Grown adults who worked for years. Do you have any idea how selfish that is?”

None of them do. This isn’t cruelty. This is justice with a prettier face. I leaned closer to the vision. Lucien was struggling, his teeth sinking into Camellia’s ropes, his body shuddering under burns that should have brought him to his knees. His devotion almost made me clap again. Almost. But then snap. Rope loose. Arms free. And just like that, the performance lost its flavor. “Oh, bravo, bravo,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Love conquers, blah blah blah. Predictable.”

Delia begged on her knees. "What is the meaning of this Delia? Why do you always plead on the behalf of those slaves? They are slaves, and should be treated as one" Lioness clenched her fist. "I won't grant your request again Delia. You have pleaded enough on her behalf, I want her head on my diamond platter before dawn" I replied with finality in the tone of my voice. They nodded their heads, and walked out of the room. "Humans must all be treated like animals that they are. They deserve no mercy" I mumbled.

“I just want father to know that he's putting aside his innocent daughter. I want him to know that he is breaking your heart by his actions when you deserve nothing but the best treatment.” “My child will be birthed in the later months.” I said. “I don't want her to feel unwanted, that is why she should never know how she came.” “My sister, you are a strong woman. Even at this moment where you're supposed to show weakness, you show courage. The greatest of all kinds. And you're still thinking of your future child. We the Mid-East pack don't deserve you.” “What do I do if not to show courage? I've always been alone when it came down to it. Although Steven, you've vouched for me far more than

She took my face in her hands, her touch gentle, forcing me to look at her. “No,” she said, her voice firm and absolute, chasing away the shadows in my mind. “You are not him. He was cruel for the sake of power. He enjoyed the pain he caused. You are ruthless, Alessandro, yes. But you are ruthless for the sake of justice. You are ruthless to protect the people you love. You are ruthless to end a war, not to start one. There is a difference. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Cristopher sneered with hate as he spoke. “Cris… Everything can be solved in the right way, there is no need for violence. I’ll help you with everything you need, you don’t have to resort to inhumane methods—” “No, Carmilla.” He snapped back at her. “An eye for an eye, they need to suffer as my mother and I did. No one was there for me when I needed them the most, no one has ever loved me like how my mother did. No one loves me; therefore, I have nothing to risk.” He hissed.

To Pfauen's tolerance, she felt a little guilty, replying: "Mine." "Reason?" "You think you're just playing, but how many tears does it cost to others, is that fair?" Pfauen tenderly stroked her hair, lent her a firm shoulder, like pampering a sad child, gently saying: “Justice! Only suffering proves there is joy. There is no eternal joy, nor ultimate suffering, that is fate…”