Romans & histoires Judgement Cat

If the results had been released at that precise moment, Jalon would have been in first place, with her in second and Norval last, and she knew it. The judge said, “The final phase will take place two days from now at the Olympus Sports complex.” He licked the top of his index finger, which was wet with saliva, and used it as an abrasive to help him flip the notebook's hard pages. The dog-eared pages on the notebook's edges demonstrated how frequently it was used, confirming the pupils' notion that the judge was an old man trapped in a young man's body. There were better ways to preserve information, such as smartphones and audio recordings, but the man reverted to the only antique item he c

I would still try to avoid that punishment — it wasn’t going to bring any of those mice babies back from the dead — but I certainly understood the reasons for wanting to bring me to justice. Although, technically speaking, Maurice had been the one to kill the pregnant mouse. Not that I would try to hide behind that. I wouldn’t throw Maurice under the bus, especially as he wasn’t here to take the fall for me. “But you said you were taking me back to Ratopolis to be judged. What are you judging me for?” “Judged,” said the Rat King, like that explained it. “Your blood will be drawn from your body. That is judgment.” This was apparently a definition of ‘judged’ I wasn’t familiar with. One that w

So please don't get me wrong. "Of course not." I tapped his chest playfully, surprised he would think of me like that. "Yes." He stated flatly. "That's why today I have come to learn a big thing about you my angel." "Which is?" I pressed further. "Never judge a book by it's cover and in this case, never judge Catherine by her beautiful looks." He chuckled, and a smirk appeared on his cute face making him cuter. I blushed, turning red completely.

The Underworld Court opened for regular business at sunrise. Regular business included one murdered accountant, twelve lost grandmothers, a god of parking lots who insisted he had been misclassified, and a ghost cat that everyone denied seeing because the court had no animal jurisdiction. Judge Xue blamed me for the cat.

Chapter 3 Celene's POV They dragged me into the judgement hall, and I realised a couple of pack members, the judgement council, and Dad Valerie were already gathered there. They all had accusatory and judging expressions as they cast sidelong glances at me. The guards asked me to kneel. "Dad, what's going on?" I yelled, frustration getting the best part of me. He didn't even bother answering me as he faced the people present. "Today, I lost my second daughter, Ella!"

he said, his eyes blazing with fury. "Hey. Hold. It. There." I interrupted, a fierce glint helplessly displaying on my face, "You do not have the authority, the judgemental ability, and the wisdom to decide who's lying or not in this court, but I do. And I'm not dead. I'm still here seating on this throne, as the Alpha of every living thing in this pack, and the judge of this case. So, watch your words, or I'll just go on to decide your verdict…"

With Catrina not willing to apologize or admit that she was at fault, the possibility of her being expelled was even greater. After all, Carlo would never choose this omega, right? Morea is the Beta family member, but this Omega is just a nobody. "Alpha, have you decided?" Morea asked impatiently. Carlo moved away from Catrina and walked to the center in front of his chair, where he would be a fair judge of this matter. "After much deliberation, I have finally come to a decision." "Tell us now!" Morea inquired. Catrina shifted her weight from one foot to another, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.

Just a room full of people who had a job to do and were doing it and that job sometimes required asking the thing nobody wanted to say out loud. I looked at Caius. He looked at me. Just for a second. His eyes on mine and mine on his and something passing between us that was not for the room but was visible to it anyway, the specific kind of visible that happened when two people had been through too much together to hide it completely in a well-lit room. Then he turned back to the council. "My judgement is what it is," he said. Flat. Even. No defensiveness in it, no apology, just the fact delivered at the same level as everything else he said. "You can evaluate it on its results."

he shouted, wanting to silence the mutt. “Oh, there will be an order, alright. An order to oust the dogs trying to-” “I’m saying SILENCE!” At that final shout, the judge unleashed a dose of Alpha Authority at the disgraceful hound, causing him to forcibly be lowered to the ground, as pressure built up in his area, from the looks of it. “You truly do not know how to act your title, do you? Or even your age, for that matter. You’re supposed to be an Alpha, and yet from what I see, you act more like a child. I may be the judge of this trial, but even a judge like me has a limit to one’s stupidity like your’s.”