Injustice Gods Among Novels & Stories

Ryan lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, gazing into the distance at the ceiling of his 3x4-meter office, filled with case files on crimes in the city of Chicago. "To be honest, you've misnamed her. Themis is the goddess of justice, whose statue is displayed in the courthouse. Athena is the goddess of wisdom and the protector of heroes," Emily corrected with a light laugh. She continued her jest, "I'll protect Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt like Athena does for him if he's willing to cooperate with me on the case involving Senator Crawford's son!" Emily's words made the captain groan and furrow his brow. "You still don't get it, Em! Alright, what case are you so eager to imprison the sena

I look back at them, not putting the gun down. I laugh out as if I am crazy. I glance at Ambrose dead in the eyes and said, "the only disappointment in life is people like your men and you Ambrose. People who are dysfunctional and psychologically need so much help and waste the air to breathe. You don't deserve to live. That life you breathe could be a life for someone who desperately wants to live but could not because they were unfortunate." Tears drop from my eyes. I guess this is the end of the girl named Jenna who ended up as Sr. Claire. "Forgive me God" I whisper and pointed the gun at myself.

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."

The Sons had expected an immediate renewal of the governmental system but the perished political gods were only replaced by new but no better gods. Neo Manila and the Colony were still the same. Perhaps killing the gods wasn't the answer all along, and another form of redress needed to be done. To be concluded… Epilogue General Douglas MacArthur wakes up. He rises from his cot, sits down, and relights his corncob pipe. He inhales deeply, then exhales a long cloud of tobacco smoke.

He refused to believe I'd be that ruthless, and that I'd abandon him over something so trivial. But he was about to be proven wrong, Before he could reach the ring, Kamila stumbled into view with her face a swollen, bruised mess. "Mom?" Terence's eyes went wide with shock. "What happened to you? Who beat you up like this? Who would dare lay a hand on you?" He wasn't exaggerating. Kamila was notoriously domineering and had never once suffered a loss in the neighborhood. Her age alone gave her the upper hand, and no one ever dared mess with her. This was the first time he had ever seen her look so wretched.

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.

Sterling Group's statement had not only pushed me to the opposite side of the victims, it had also put Verity & Cross's reputation on a pyre. I opened my messages. Ninety-nine plus unread. The voice messages from the plaintiff representatives were full of despair and rage. "Ms. Eckhart, we trusted you, so we handed you the evidence. And it turns out you were a mole for the Sterling family?" "For money, you don't even want your conscience anymore?" My face went completely cold. Julian Sterling was still the same as before. He could destroy everything I had without blinking. I lifted my head, my voice ringing through the entire Verity & Cross office.

He looked worn down and broken. "Silvia…" His voice was hoarse and thick with emotion. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong." He went on to tell me everything that had happened since, from Caroline's scheming to his mother's stroke, speaking through tears as his voice trembled. I listened quietly, my expression calm. Deep down, there was a faint sense of satisfaction. People like them had deserved exactly that kind of ending. "I'm sorry, Silvia. Come back to me. Please!" he begged. "My mom needs you too. This family can't survive without you…"

Ron’s husband was the Spirit of Justice. The Sword of Heaven. The Hand of Judgement and the Son of the Heavenly Emperor. He was the most revered and feared celestial being in existence. He was the God to whom the desperate prayed when injustice was all they had known. The one who brought peace to the murdered, and wrath to their killers. He was incorruptible, the golden flame of heaven that burned through lies and twisted truths until only cold, clean verdicts remained. There was no favouritism. No bias and certainly no mercy.

Okay, so the shit going on with JoJo, Alexander, Hermes, and Jacob? In-fucking-sane. Ever tried pulling an angry god off someone? Don’t. It’s a bad life choice. Gods are stupid strong. Especially when they’re pissed. Especially when they’re defending their mate. What a clusterfuck. These mates are never going to catch a break. Arya healed JoJo fast—physically, she’s fine. But emotionally? Shaken as hell.