Justice For Juniper Novels & Stories

The pain in Juniper’s head was sudden and sharp. It felt like someone had split her skull open with an axe, a blinding pain she had never felt before. It lasted for all of five minutes before it ebbed away only to start again half an hour later. ‘Kiran’s alive,’ she thought to herself. If Kiran was alive that meant that Adrian was dead and she was free. Juniper hadn’t thought twice before running out of the front door as fast as her legs could carry her. She had stopped just as she reached the dirt road and turned back towards the driveway. She walked back to the Jeep, watching the front door of the house intently.

He stepped onto the mortuary gurney without a hint of shame, then spat on the body. "Exactly. If the dead thing couldn't stay alive, that's on him. I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you being so petty, Nathan?" Fury surged through me. I tried to stop him, but Vivian stepped in front of me and said impatiently, "Julian and his brother are only telling the truth. The man's already dead. There's no need to drag this to court." I looked at Vivian and suddenly felt as if I didn't know her at all.

But Mom stabbed her awake. Next, Mom began listing all the things Juniper had done to me one by one. With each accusation, she sliced off a strip of flesh from Juniper, not enough to kill, but just enough to prolong the agony. At last, when Juniper passed out from the pain, Mom called the police and waited for them to arrive. After listening to the full account, Martin let out a long sigh. "What's the point of doing everything you did? Ellie is dead, so what good does avenging her do?"

My heart pumped louder than usual, blood rushing angrily towards my veins, I am sure somebody made up that video to simply frame her. “Please, Astrid.” Her voice is calm against my back. I want to see Juniper now, though she reacted coldly to me the other day. I want to hear her side of the story; I want her to tell me the truth. “Where is she?” I say, when she releases me from her embrace. “She isn’t here, everyone is looking for her. Her punishment will be huge because of what she did.” Juniper, I ignore my injuries that bubble up more pain as I run out of the room. I fling open Logan’s room, not even caring about anything.

"She's ready to kill me over Eros." "Over Lust? How interesting." Juniper thought about her words for a moment and her feet stilled in the water. The little pond calmed down as she did so. "If that's the case, then it's not you that has to kill Lust. As long as the main offender is handled, that is when our mission is complete. You can leave the death of Lust to one of our future selves." She shrugged her slim shoulders. "It's not the best solution, but the only one."

Coldly, he said, “Mr. Moore, if you value the Moores' survival, you will not treat her more than necessary. Keep her alive. That’s all. “She’ll spend the rest of her life bedridden. Ten bucks a month should suffice for food and clothing.” The Moore patriarch’s deep, trembling voice replied like a creaking old windmill. “Thank you, Mr. Miller.” Olivia panicked. “Max, kill me! Please, just end it!” It was too late. Afterward, I returned to Jinmist City. I inherited my father’s mantle and became the new head of the Millers. The next time I heard about Olivia was thirty years later, from a letter sent by an heir of the Johnsons.

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

“Little virgin Meadow. So pure, so fucking perfect. Well, not anymore.” I gasped for air, something wet already trickling down my forehead and nose. I wiped it with the back of my hand, smearing a deep red across it. Blood. “You want your fairytale ending?” Juniper hissed, kneeling in front of me. “You think you’re gonna ride off into the sunset with some Prince Charming and forget that I exist? You think you’re ever going to be rid of me?” She let out a sharp laugh. “No, sis. You don’t get to walk away untouched.”

His and Ainsley's vile texts were his permanent stain. From his box, he screamed at me, "Brenda, you heartless bitch! After all we had, you're ruining me?" I looked at him calmly. "You brought this on yourself." As he was dragged away, he kept cursing at me. Julie tried rushing him but was stopped by bailiffs, collapsing and crying hysterically. Outside, Jonas extended his hand. "Congrats, Brenda. Justice is served." I shook his hand. "Justice prevailed." Life settled back to normal. I threw myself into work, earning a promotion to Deputy Chief Prosecutor for my stellar performance. I handled complex cases, delivering justice for many. My name became a respected hallmark in the city's legal