Injustice Novels & Stories

It would've felt like a dream if it weren't for her vivid memories of Seth. Now every other day she was scrubbing walls and picking up litter with weekly check ins with a corrections officer, despite it having being proven she wasn't guilty. The court decided to make an example out of her as her family were so obnoxious and assumed her to be the same. They announced that due to the abstraction of justice, her sentence turned into a fine and community service. Her parents publicly disowned her and refused to contribute to any part of the fine. Luckily, the situation was apparently big news and thus people happily donated towards the cause.

I sent a thumbs-up back and turned on my airplane mode to peacefully listen to some music without any interruptions as l worked my tense form out. Revenge by Lucas Joyner blasted through my AirPods hyping me up. I unlocked my designated locker, putting my bag in it carefully so as not to damage my things. I locked it up and stridden out to the punching bags after warming up. Warping my hands and putting my gloves on. I threw punch after punch, my hits getting stronger as I remembered the background check I did on the bastard I was assigned to kill. The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's

Her vision blurred as she read on, ignoring her mother's sob, the words swirling into a nightmarish haze. "The justice system had failed the grieving family, offering only a mere slap on the wrist to the man responsible for their unspeakable loss. Mr. Josh Lykaios had been whisked away, hidden abroad in his father's opulent resort, where he had been granted the luxury of time to lay low and heal the wounds of his corrupt soul in luxury. At the same time, the victim's family grieved, believing he was behind bars. Twenty long years had passed, the sands of time erasing the horrors of that fateful day, and he returned to the country to rule alongside his father without making amends for his sin

“I want justice.” “The men that did this to you…” I looked at him in the eyes. “… they are all dead. We killed every single one of them. There isn’t anyone for the police to arrest. Justice was served and don’t think for one moment you were the only ones that were wronged in this. Everyone in this room suffered a loss. Don’t confuse my generosity with guilt.”

“As we all know, in Red moon, Justice is the foundation of a fair society, ensuring that everyone is treated with respect and dignity. It's about holding ourselves and others accountable for our actions and making sure that everyone has the opportunity to thrive. Right?” “Yes Alpha,” they responded. I continued, “But injustice occurs when we allow fear, prejudice, or power to cloud our judgement. It can happen when we turn a blind eye to suffering or allow wrongdoing to go unchallenged.” “Also true,” they said, nodding in agreement.

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

Her recovery was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. During these months, Anita and Amira faced their trials. Amira’s defense team, led by her best lawyers, had fought tirelessly to prove her innocence. Throughout the trial, they meticulously dissected the prosecution's case. For Tasha's murder, they highlighted inconsistencies in witness testimonies and the lack of concrete evidence. They aimed to create reasonable doubt, arguing that convicting someone with such flimsy evidence would be a grave miscarriage of justice.

Her high pitched voice pierced into the atmosphere, “I’m an adult! One old enough to know what injustice looks like!” “Really?” The alpha asked inquisitively although his anger was palpable. “Tell me, what is Justice?” “Justice is doing the right thing. Not being unjust to a loyal person! How can Valerie’s parents serve so diligently even to the point of losing their lives yet….” Breaking down shortly in tears. “Yet, you want to demote her to being a mere omega. That’s unfair!” “So you were eavesdropping on my conversation?” “Dad, that’s not the point.”

Reagan was able to twist everything that happened in a way that will never expose my name. And it is a good thing that those two will finally taste what they deserved for which I kinda feel annoyed. When it comes to the poor, justice was always so quick. But for the rich people? I don’t think that it will be going to be just the same because Anthoine has the power and the money to pay for his legal team. Justice is still not equal when it comes to the rich people. The weight of the scales of justice can still be twisted if you only have the power and the money which is so sad and unfair for those who don’t have the power and wealth, most specifically those poor people who should be innocent

“It reflects a system that too often fails to protect the vulnerable and uphold justice. We must do better.” The connection he drew between his personal experiences and the national conversation on justice struck a chord with many. It was as if a veil had been lifted, allowing people to see the intersections of personal and systemic injustices. Citizens began to engage in discussions about the need for reform, and community leaders organized forums to educate the public on the implications of the policy changes. Alex’s initiative became a rallying point, fostering a sense of solidarity among those who had long felt marginalized.