Injustice 3 Story Novels & Stories

I shot back, though my voice trembled. “No,” he said, the word a blade. “You know the story they fed you. And now you’re standing in the house where it all fell apart.” My stomach knotted. My mother’s smile on the photo blurred as tears burned. “What do you want from me?” He gave a humorless laugh. “What I’ve always wanted. Justice. And maybe a little revenge.” Before I could answer, the door behind us clicked open again. My blood iced. Liam. Zane. Kai.

Her lip pouts slightly making her look much younger than eighteen. “I um…” I rack my brain trying to think of the fastest version of the story. “You can’t tell her it’s because of Bronx, child.” Justice hisses at me. “It will break her heart to know he hurt you. Even if it was an accident.” “I um… I-I fell before Justice woke up.” I feel my face flush as Milo takes my hand. “Things were so hectic the night of the Mating Gathering and the days after, that Justice didn’t get to heal it before it healed wrong.”

Jack stumbled backward, his arms up to shield his face, babbling wildly. "I didn't kill Yvonne... I didn't cause my daughter's death... It's got nothing to do with me. "It was all Yvonne's fault. She wrecked my perfect life and took everything from me!" He did not seem sorry at all, blaming everyone else for his troubles. The police did not wait around. They took him right away. Jack got a long sentence, so long that he would probably die in prison. Even as a lawyer, he did not say a word to defend himself in court.

She replied and I sat there in silence hearing all that. “You are not joking, right?” I asked her in a whisper. “No! Please come here, Bhai. Mom lost her consciousness too, and… and I am scared.” She replied and I felt the phone taken away from my hand. Suddenly I heard a shout asking me to start moving and I did automatically. I don’t know how but I am actually in the middle of the track when it suddenly hit me what Jasmine actually said and I ended up losing my control over the wheel and all I could do was to push myself away from the track instead of hurting others. But I ended up hurting myself, which didn’t help my family at all.

… THIRD’S PERSON’S POV Quinn, with the support of her mother, re-open the case once again and decided to fight for justice once deprived from her. The case goes on and Quinn decided to fight for it on her own not letting her friends know about it. On the first and second trial, Rhys witnessed for Quinn and as a result, he got trouble with Tyler who used to be friends. Rhys is determined to help Quinn no matter what before he left so even if it will cost his friendship with Tyler, he doesn’t care. He wants to do what is right this time. The last trial came and Quin n is heading to the trial hall when she found her friends waiting for her, including Jai whose quite in the corner. They all look

I would bring justice, for my father, for Regina, for everyone Thomas Klein had destroyed. And I wasn’t stopping until every last lie was dragged into the light.

Another voice echoed in my head and I shut my eyes and blocked my ears with my hands. "Hurry, get dry leaves and coal, we must set her on fire. She must pay for the sins of her son." When I heard this, I sprung to action and I rushed to jump in front of her, as I widened my arms, shielding her with my body. Everything about this suburban area of Blue Crest pack was all about jungle justice. They liked to do justice to themselves instead of bringing it to the table of justice which was the court created by the Alpha. "Hey, woman! Get away from there, unless you want to die with that shameless thief."

Samuel's path became a source of hope for others, reminding them that even in the darkest of circumstances, it was never too late to seek atonement. Samuel's release from prison, a transformed man ready to start a new chapter in his life. The fire of vengeance that had once engulfed him had given way to a burning yearning to build a society in which justice and forgiveness could coexist. And as Samuel ventured out into the world, he carried with him the lessons of his history, vowing to make a positive difference in the lives of others. Samuel's story, from bereaved father to prisoner to champion, served as a stark reminder that pursuing justice simply out of wrath and revenge might have un

We all stared at Marcus, and from his expression, I understood that it was the man who came to us the previous night seeking justice for his daughter then I remembered the words he said about our system being weak. "It's not a big matter," I said. "Everyone should continue with their meal." They all continued their meal, and Marcus fed me absent-mindedly. "Take hold of yourself," I said grabbing his hand, and he hugged me. "First was our accident, second was our son, and now is the man who wanted to seek justice," Rubbing his back like he was a child, I told him that he wasn't at fault for any of these. Who would have thought that the man who came to ask for justice was going to die?

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.