Justice For Trypp Novels & Stories

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.

Venus tapped my shoulder that made my senses back. I looked around and I found myself seating on the Swivel chair. It has been ten years since that tragedy happened but I can clearly remembered every details like a purified water. It’s been too long but I still not getting the justice I deserve. But this time, I will make sure that I will win on this.

He went inside his apartment complex and couldn't even be bothered to be polite and thank them for bringing him home safely. He just wanted to be alone for now. He needs time to process everything he had just witnessed today. He needed the time to mope around, sulk, and be broken-hearted, or else he wouldn't be able to return to his work. When they reached his floor, Leo immediately went inside his room, leaving his manager behind the living room. He crashed face-first on his bed and right then, he let it all out. Why had this happened to him? He had been faithful to Wen-ge, he trusted him and he had also foolishly trusted Song Joo in his word as they had been in a band together and they are

“If you actually want to fix anything—if you ever want even a chance at rebuilding something with Harper, or even Celeste—then don’t pull strings. Don’t lawyer up with Lancaster favors. Don’t try to sweep this under some golden rug. Instead, seek the truth. Give justice to those who deserve it, especially Celeste. I know that you can tell she’s the victim here. Plus her Auntie Eleanor and a ton of innocent kids.” His eyes flicked back to me, conflicted. “I just want to help her get a fair trial. Maybe… reduce the sentence… if she’s guilty of anything.” “Then do it cleanly,” I said. “No calls to powerful friends. No hush money. No ‘network favors.’” He was about to respond—some sharp retort r

“We the jury, in the case of Quinn Amethyst Barclay versus Tyler Caspe, find the defendant not guilty of the charge of rape” On that moment, Quinn’s world for the second time collapsed. She ended up with tears while the other party were cheering for their victory except for Evander. “This can’t be!! This trial is useless!!” Everyone silenced when Hailee shouted. All attention turned to her. “Justice is not served right!! How can you be so blind with the truth?! This is totally absurd!!” Ara added. “A woman claimed to be raped is justified!! We shout for justice but this court couldn’t give it!!” Jai too.

I pushed through the chaos without answering, until a young journalist, barely out of college by the look of him, called after me. “Do you think justice will be enough this time?” That stopped me. I turned to look at him. His eyes were wide, earnest. “Justice isn’t enough,” I said quietly. “But it’s a start.” That night, when I returned home, Regina was sitting by the fire with a blanket around her shoulders. The kids were already asleep upstairs. “How was it?” she asked softly. “Morgana didn’t even blink,” I said, loosening my tie. “Frederick testified. He admitted everything. The Harpers’ name is being tarnished in the news.”

This whole thing is rigged! "Why does Judge Hart keep targeting Scarlett? This is obviously personal!" Nevertheless, standing at the bench, I remained calm. "A good student? Close friends with the victim? Someone captured this on a drone. How do you explain it?" A video clip appeared on the courtroom's large screen. The moment the footage began to play, everyone in the courtroom gasped.

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.

It was the outcome she deserved. But what I truly sought wasn't over yet. The Elders' Council had judged a pack, but I was here to judge Trey himself. After the trial, the snow had finally stopped. In front of everyone, I walked up to Trey. "Go out." His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to say anything. He stood ten paces away from me, his shoulders tense. By the old law, he had no right to refuse. Two enforcers grabbed him, leading him out of the council hall. I followed them.

Jackson replied slowly. Esona sobbed and said, "We're husband and wife after all; why are you still watching Hana trap you? Hard-winged bees bite all over me, aren't you merciful?" Jackson smiled coldly, "It's not true," Brandian said, "Has anyone testified? We won the Tronis, and you deliberately set a trap that made the hard-winged bees cling to us and steal the Tronis we had so hard finding. It's robbery and killing; this must give us a satisfactory answer,"