Justice In The Dark Novels & Stories

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

"Our lives are both in danger and you need to help me if you wanna leave here alive and we both need to join hands together, don't worry about Damien am going to beg him If anything goes wrong but right now we need to stop that psychopath before he does anything stupid I yelled. Please we need the car to get to the place without hesitation. *** ANITA. My body hurts like hell. It feels like I was caught with a knife. There was still a blindfold in my eyes. I regret my actions now. The desire to have what doesn't belong to me eventually led to the untimely death I murmured to myself. I shouldn't have trusted this asshole. How could he take advantage of me? The next thing he could think of he's

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

I have only see such aura on people that have committed the gravest of sins. I keep wondering what sin he could have committed for his aura to be that dark? The last time I saw that was a on rouge who killed his own father, but there was a time I saw it on a pack member. That one had rejected his mate, so which one is Justice? Did he reject his mate or was he the one that killed his own mother? Well, I guess it’s something we will figure out with time. I agreed to this because I would rather Charlotte and Logan focus on the seer.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

His life would end in agony and despair, an eternal cycle of violence until the very last flicker of his existence was snuffed out. The dungeon walls seemed to close in as if bearing witness to the heavy hand of justice being dealt with this day. My heart was a storm, swirling with emotions too complex to dissect at the moment, but overriding it all was a bone-deep sense of vindication. Justice, in its darkest form, would be served.

“And we’re happy that the asshole is dead?” “We’re fucking ecstatic that the asshole is dead, Jo. He went on the run after killing Hailey and it never sat right with me that he got away with murder. What happened to him feels right. It feels like justice. Not the kind that the cops and courts talk about, but a different kind, something darker and more primal. Justice like – I don’t know like what. Like something else.” “Like karma,” Jo supplied. “Like an avenging god, like the universe resetting the balance, like a biblical atoning of sins. The most divine and Old Testament justice that there is, the kind that goes beyond the laws of man straight to the savage heart of natural law.”

the world may have moved on from him but i havent. i close the laptop and sit there staring into the dark. justice isnt clean. It never is. i exposed the truth but even now the echoes of their lies linger soft persistent whispering through the silence. and i know deep down that some stains dont wash away with proof.