Injustice 3 Story Novels & Stories

"I was the one who talked you into faking your deaths to punish Nathan, but you could have refused! Weren't you the ones who said you'd help me teach him a lesson? Wasn't it Kayla who volunteered to be the survivor to make Nathan atone constantly? "You're the ones who treated your own biological son and brother like an enemy. Why are you blaming everything on me now?" Kayla wasn't angered at all. Instead, she nodded in agreement with Dylan. "You're right. The real killers who caused Nate's death are Mom, Dad, and me. Don't worry. We never planned to let ourselves off the hook." Dylan's wild laughter suddenly stopped as he looked at Kayla in terror. "Kayla, what's wrong with you? What do you

Through the glass at me, clutching the wheelchair for balance. "I'm tired." Santiago said again. “I don’t want to be angry anymore.” "Then put the gun down." Marcus said. “Let me bring justice for what I did. Let the system handle it." "The system?" Santiago laughed bitterly. “The system my father was able to work under for so many years? That's how you all got away with murder?”

"Officer Lancer! I was wrong! I've learned my lesson! I have elderly parents and children to support at home. I can't lose this job! Please, have mercy. Please let me go!" I stepped back, avoiding her grasp. Looking down at her, I spoke calmly, stating the simplest truth. "When you used hospital regulations as a weapon to humiliate a desperate patient's family member, you should have known this day would come. Take responsibility for your ignorance and arrogance." Justice may be late, but it was inevitable. Today, I delivered that long-overdue justice with my own hands. With Edward and Alicia taken away, the farce finally came to an end. Members of the inspection team began sealing evidence

“You’re going to need thirty million for a new one.” “Wait.” My breath caught, but none of them seemed to be bothered, like this was normal practice for them, and what if it was? “What? Why? I only smashed the window, not set the whole thing on fire.” “Doesn't matter.” Another man spoke this time, his voice bored. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but here, but it still didn't make him any less dangerous. “…he never uses anything broken.” “But I don’t have that kind of money,” I snapped, anger cutting through the fear. “And even if I did, I’d rather spend it on my father than replace a car that belongs to the people who put him in the hospital. So arrest me if you want.”

Anger began boiling in his system. "This is enough to lock him up for life." Three of them were united. Their quest for justice has just been turned upside down. Zaden's terror would soon be over. Here is the rewritten scene: Shedrack's voice shook with emotion. "I confronted Zaden over the injustice, and told him to make things right with you." "But, to my surprise, he threatened me." "As long as he wasn't trying to get to you, I knew I had to find you myself."

Peace and justice is the only thing I crave. “I promise you, mother. I'll bring justice to you. I'll make sure everyone who hurts you, everyone who is responsible for your death, is put behind bars and made to suffer forever.” I muttered under my breath. That was the same vow that I said many years ago, while I was still wasting away in jail for a crime that I didn't commit and I plan to fulfil that promise, no matter how long it takes. Whoever is responsible for my mother's death will suffer until they take their last breath and that's a fucking promise.

I know I'm trying to be as honest with Lewana, but did he have to mock me while I was trying? "I can assure you, the tranq gun did most of the heavy lifting there, old man". Michelle speaks up again. "I don't understand why you didn't just let him kill her. I don't understand why Lewana didn't kill her. After all the crap she pulled". I try to explain. "Because of our justice system. It's been in place about three years now. It might not be perfect, but it's all we got, and it protects us from all-out war".

"What happens then?" "Then you get actual justice. Then Caroline's death means something. Then the people who betrayed you pay the price instead of some kid who happened to be born to the wrong father." Kenji merged into the exit lane. "Or you ignore this information. You go after Liam because it is easier than hunting six people across three states. You kill an innocent man and spend the rest of your life knowing you chose the wrong target."

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

"My company, my life's work. I want them to feel that before they die." "My father shot himself because of Silvan's lies," Jax says, his voice cracking. "This isn't revenge. It's justice." They keep talking, spinning their web of destruction. Fake news campaigns. Strategic leaks. A "tragic accident" for the final act. They're so consumed by their hate they don't notice I haven't shared my reason for being here. They think I'm here because Silvan ruined me.