Injustice Novels & Stories

Sharon said after a sip of water, a small smile touching her lips. "Times have changed. The world isn't a place of neat black and white anymore—people don't live by simple reciprocation of good and evil. Most people only want one thing: fairness. "And everyone knows life isn't fair. When the powerful enjoy so many resources and the system uses double standards, the anger isn't really about the money—it's about the injustice. "So people care less about legal guilt than about being treated fairly. Even if someone has done wrong, if the law can't touch an above-the-law predator, folks will back the one who strikes back. When the judicial system fails, vigilantism

You can’t give up. "But... this should be given to the police so that justice is served." "Okay suppose we give this do you have any idea what will happen next?" I shook my head in denial. "Sir won’t give me the money required for Alexis’s treatment. He would kill him in spite and at any cost I won’t let that happen." I gasped in horror. How can a father kill his own son? "How?" "He is a person with no heart, Senorita. He can kill just so that his needs are satisfied. I have known that for the past 6 years."

"I used to believe in justice, in the system, in the idea that truth would win out. But this whole experience has taught me that justice is just another story we tell ourselves to feel better about the randomness of existence." "Blake…" "I'm not trying to be dramatic. I'm just being honest." I close my eyes. "If Brennan hadn't made that one mistake, asking Sarah to reset his password, leaving that trail, I'd probably be heading to prison right now. My entire fate hinges on one person's careless error. That's not justice. That's luck." Jordan doesn't argue, and I'm grateful for that. Toxic positivity would break me right now.

Just there. “You did this,” she whispered. “We did,” he corrected. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her lashes wet, her eyes red but luminous. “You never used it,” she said. “The leverage. You could’ve forced apologies. Public statements. Groveling.” “I could have,” he agreed. “But you didn’t.” His gaze softened. “Justice isn’t about humiliation. It’s about truth.” The screen changed again. HUGHES CORP ISSUES STATEMENT OF APOLOGY.

"Which is essentially gone." `Yes," she said. I sat at the desk. "Rosa," I said. “Yes." "Is it enough?" I said. She was quiet for a moment. “It is what the system can produce," she said. "Perfect justice was never available. What we have is a documented record, a formal finding, and a five-year disqualification." She paused. "Your mother did not get justice. But her name is above doors in twelve countries. Sometimes the record is justice."

“They’ll show themselves eventually. People like this always do.” “Eventually isn’t good enough,” I said. “My whole life is already destroyed.” “I know. And I’m sorry.” He said it plainly, without the pitying tone I’d gotten used to from people who knew my situation. Just a simple acknowledgment. “But we build the case carefully or we don’t build it at all. If we rush this, whoever it is will cover their tracks and you’ll never get justice.” The word justice felt strange. Like something that happened to other people, not Ivy.

She hung up and dabbing at her eyes, she walked back to the elevator. She drove to the Lockwood’s Enterprise and Inc and sitting in her car, she could see how desolated it looked. Although nothing was ruined and it still looked striking and beautiful but there was something gone, the intimidation of the building alone was gone from view, talk about its pride and name. This only but yesterday, was the highest, most respected company in New York but now, it was just a big building with nothing inside. Her heart ached so badly and somehow she felt guilty because she caused this. She was the reason this happened. If she hadn’t exact her revenge, this wouldn’t have happened but that means Margare

Justice is served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."

And in it—a small girl trembling, hiding inside her mother’s coat, as if the world had offered her nothing but a narrow wardrobe as a final fortress. “Because I should have saved her that night.” His voice barely made it out. “Her face haunts me every time I close my eyes. I loved her before I even understood what love was.” A beat. “If there’s any chance to atone—I’ll take it. Even if I have to burn everything down.” Silence pressed in thick. Even the night seemed to bow. “And now?” Marcus scoffed. “You want to be the knight who saves the princess?” “I want to give her the justice that can’t be bought. Not even by my father’s empire.” Dante held his gaze, raw and honest in a world built on

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?