Injustice Novels & Stories

It wasn't the attraction that made her go there, and accept everything and help, before that she had already promised herself that. it was justice, her thirst for justice has always been extremely appalling since she was a little girl, the whys have always been part of her life. The woman sitting beside her, resting in a tired wake because she had made the maximum limit of life and death, He didn't deserve to go through what he went through. The bitter wail was stuck in Lauren's throat...for all of Karila's history, for the injustice that woman had suffered, she felt saddened, nauseated, helpless, and her hands were tied because if there was any power within h

And slammed the files on the table causing Athena to suddenly lose her soul. The detective rose from her seat, her voice filled with an intensity that shivered down Athena's spine, "If you believe that your wealth can protect you from the consequences of your wrongdoings, you're gravely mistaken, Athena. I'm afraid to say that I cannot be swayed or bought by your money. I'm so allergic to the injustice perpetuated by wealthy people who roam freely, manipulating and choosing as they please. Their privilege and power only contribute to the decay of justice in this country. It is disheartening to see someone like you aligning with them. Why have you chosen to mis

Nolan "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." The courthouse loomed before me, a symbol of the justice I’d been seeking ever since that fateful day. The memories of what Brad had done—of what he’d put my family through—played on a loop in my mind. There was no forgetting the fear in Alanna’s eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the moment when everything nearly ended for us. Today was about more than just a verdict; it was about setting things right, about reclaiming the peace that Brad had stolen from us.

Clenching my fists, I fired back, "What evidence do you have to say that it's my mother who's trying to file a fraudulent claim?" Snorting, Gigi replied, "So what if we don't have any evidence of that? We're not here to prove your mother's guilt today." Frowning, the judge warned us to maintain order in court. When it was time to read the verdict, I felt as though my heart was being squeezed. Alas, Gigi was declared innocent due to insufficient evidence.

Aline's leadership was unwavering, her commitment to justice unbreakable. Aline stood alone in the moonlit clearing, her heart heavy with grief and anger. The events of the past days had left her shattered, her once-bright world now plunged into darkness. She cradled the lifeless form of her baby in her arms, his innocent face a stark contrast to the cruelty that had taken him away. As tears streamed down her cheeks, Aline's grief transformed into a burning resolve. She looked down at her baby's still form, her voice a whispered promise. "I won't let this go unpunished. I won't let your death be in vain."

"I'm not running away," I say, my voice finding new resolve as I shut down the computer with swift, decisive movements. "I'm running toward something." Lucas watches me, something like admiration flickering across his features. "And what would that be?" "Justice," I answer simply. "But on my terms, not his. Not driven by rage but by strategy." I pocket the evidence drive, the small action sealing my decision. "Derek thinks he knows me, thinks he can predict how I'll react. It's time to show him how wrong he is."

I yelled , making sure bits of saliva were thrown on her flawless madeup face. "You are supposed to judge the case with the law and your conscience. You don't even want to reason with the fact that he's not innocent. How can you tell me to write a sentencing in view of innocence for a man that not only once or twice broken the law and got away with it?" Eniola retorted, flaring her arms in the air.

“My mother…! My mother didn’t deserve to end up murdered like that! She didn’t do anything wrong! The one who is in the wrong is that woman! And she got away scot-free when she is the murderer? Where is the justice in that?” Kenji chuckled bitterly, leaning his head backwards against the wall. “Don’t you know, Yuri?” he questioned before looking at her. “Justice doesn’t exist.” Yuri stared. “In our world, it doesn’t exist. Justice as part of the order of society, as we know, doesn’t work. That’s why we’re here, to do the job that Justice cannot. We become Justice itself.” He smiled a small sad smile for a moment. “Even though we aren’t exactly the epitome of Justice ourselves.” Kenji looked

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.

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