Judgement Cat Novels & Stories

I waved my hand to her. "No, no, no. You shouldn't be bothered at all, I'm the other one as it now seems I stressed you here for nothing." "It's not stress," she replied. "I'm serving my mother." "Wowww!" I uttered, almost inaudible, my lips did the movement. My eyes were now focused on the podium as the final judgment was going to be made. "After careful analysis of this case, I, as the Chief Justice of the Wolf Council, together with my fellow judges declare the Alpha and his administrative wife, Luna Susanna unfit to continue........ " I dropped on Calvin’ chest, spreading my hands so wide.

Jai gulped the iced tea in the cup, and then exhaled satisfyingly. “This tea is very sweet and refreshing.” Jai smiled. “You should try it, Usha, it might cure your anger, you know?” The little kitten on his lap yawned in response. Jai sighed. Who was he kidding, Usha probably wouldn’t let that go. The cat showed an unusual intelligence compared to normal cats. The fight with the earthbenders thugs at the market showed it all, though all the furball did was trying to wreck their clothes.

“Do you have any idea what Julian would’ve done to you if I hadn’t stepped in?” Her eyes narrowed. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Playing everyone like pawns. But don’t forget Alexa—I taught you everything you know.” I smirked. “And now I’m better at it than you.” Her laugh was cold, bitter. “Don’t get too comfortable, dear. The higher you climb, the harder you fall.” I didn’t respond. I turned and walked away, her words echoing in my mind. Julian When the verdict came in, I wasn’t surprised. Catherine was declared mentally unfit to stand trial and remanded to a psychiatric facility.

Catherine raised her head and settled her cold gaze on Nash. To her surprise, this guy looked like a man of honor but turned out to be so vile. Ronin noticed that she intended to do something, so he just stopped talking and waited for her to speak. Catherine raised her head and looked at the judges. "I have only one question. You question our qualification for the next round, believing that our character is bad. Then, do we have the right to suspect your qualification as the judges as you've been engaged in shady practices and embezzled public funds?"

When I finally do, her eyes are already on me. And there it is again…..that fire. It's not gone nor defeated, just recalibrating. God. She doesn’t lose easily. Neither do I. The judge leans forward and folds his hands. “It's now time for judgement and final verdict,” he says. And just like that, the room holds its breath. And this time, everything feels like it could break.

It was a decision she had to weigh thoughtfully, considering not only the severity of his crimes but also the potential for change. When the moment of judgment arrived, the judge delivered her verdict with a measured tone, her words echoing through the courtroom. She acknowledged Matteo's admissions and his desire to change, but she also emphasized the gravity of his crimes. She pronounced a sentence that would hold him accountable for his actions while allowing a chance for rehabilitation.

I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine. The man who crossed the hall toward me had that face. But whatever had always lived behind it — the part I had kept the lamp burning for — was gone. "Get up, Vera." His voice was flat. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Guard rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to the platform. "I'm sick—" I started. "Sick." He cut me off. "You're sick because ten years of guilt has been eating you alive."

“Well, the trial is officially over, with all the living defendants judged,” Kiutter says in a drawl. I stare at him with a frown, my mind slowly processing and understanding that everything is wrong. “Catherine, our last defendant, was just found lifeless in her cell. She committed suicide, leaving no note or farewell. We believe this was due to her wolf and her mate rejecting her on the same day,” he says seriously. “Thank you to everyone who has been with us; the sentences will be carried out within two hours.”

I tore my eyes away from Katy, resting them on the man with a white wig and a black robe. “For my final verdict," the judge began when the room was quiet, everyone's eyes glued to him. “I, find Katy Sawson," He paused. I could almost swear it was intentional. He moved his glasses further up his face, eyes scanning a document in his hand. After a minute, he looked up. “Guilty and sentence her to five years behind bars with the option of parole. Case closed."

But when we arrived in the judgment hall and saw her enter confidently, I started to doubt, and that doubt was confirmed soon after. This room, commonly called the "judgment hall," is a tribunal where the worst criminals or traitors to the nation are judged. The only possible sentence is death. In this room, you either walk out free, or you die, and it’s extremely rare for an accused brought here to walk out free. At first glance, the room isn’t that extraordinary. There are just high tribunes, thirteen in number, in front, benches on both sides. To the left of the tribunes is for the prosecution, and to the right is for the defense. In the middle, there’s a carpet, probably for the accused,