Injustice Marvel Novels & Stories

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

To be used by a man until he grew tired of me and then be killed like some sick dog that had to be put down… No… I refused! “Help!” I screamed, voice ragged, but I was desperate! “Please! Help me!” He had to be there… The shadow from before… he had to help me! If he hadn’t been a figment of my imagination, he had to be somewhere out there, right? He said that I knew what he was, right? Justice! He was justice… If any of it was true, then he had to help me! If there was any justice in the world, what was about to happen to me was the greatest injustice.

Come to think of it, I had grown to hate just about everything. Except for her. Justice. I typically disliked interactions with people of any sort and avoided them as much as possible. But Justice...she was different. I didn't hate her. I couldn't say I absolutely liked her either, though; however, I didn't hate her, and that was a first. I suppose that's why I'm so drawn to her. That and she's gorgeous. You can tell she's had a hard life. The way she responds, or doesn't respond, as if she is afraid of the consequences of speaking her mind. She isn't from money; that much was clear from the way she dresses. I didn't need to know where she lived, but from one look at her, I already knew. It'

Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next. Their laughter cut straight into me, sharp and merciless. All I felt was utter humiliation and pain. I sat alone outside the courthouse, consumed by a despair I had never known before. Weren't courts meant to stand for fairness and justice? Why had they become a sanctuary for the powerful? Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I wanted was justice. Why was it so impossibly hard? As I bent forward, the medals slipped from my pocket. They clattered against the stone steps before tumbling all the way down.

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

"Look at that place. It looks exactly like the academy in Philadelphia. The one where the principal had Mark on speed dial." ​Ava stopped, turning to face him. She saw the genuine panic in his eyes. To the world, Justice was a dangerous asset who had helped compromise the Obsidian Forum. But to her, he was just a kid who had been broken by expectations he was never meant to carry. ​"You're safe here, Justice," she said softly.

Too calm and casual like death was normal, like pulling the trigger to take another's life was the same as killing a chicken. “I can't promise you that Maria, but I can't promise you he would pay. He is an officer and therefore know the law. His price will be more dreadful compared to a civilian's. He would get what he deserves—justice will be served,” he nodded slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. Maria stared at him cautiously while he narrated how much he believed in the system of justice. The system she understood would fail. She shook her head slowly, relaxing it on the window. She whispered, “Justice is overrated.”

Indeed, Rayden still lives with his unrequited love in the land of the Eiffel Tower, alone after a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down, forcing him to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Love is not based on pity. It is a pure feeling that arises from the deepest part of the heart. When her conscience speaks, what she feels with Murat is something true. Without coercion, without pity. The relationship she has with Murat is based on mutual respect and devotion to one another. The Goddess of Justice would not tip the scales because she loved a criminal. The path to redemption for Rayden was available to him.

My gaze was filled with determination and a desire for justice. Seeing my husband lying there, semi-conscious in the ICU, ignited a fierce desire for vengeance within me. That old Barrister Maxwell must be brought down, even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth. Evil people who hide behind the guise of philanthropy cannot escape their crimes. This is not just a fight for Ivy and Adrian; it’s a battle for all of us.

"Shouldn't you guys just...take care of it gangster style or whatever?" I chuckled. "That's a good question. And under normal circumstances, you'd be right. But Tony and his goons affected a lot of people, not just other criminals. Innocents like your parents. And if we just retaliate and wipe them out, there will be no justice for those people, and I can't stand that." "Justice..." she said quietly. I knew what she was thinking; how could she ever have justice for her parents, who were no longer with her?