Justice In The Dark Novels & Stories

Tears started to push at the muscles in her throat. ‘If what he just said about that night is the truth, then his revenge is justified,’ Electa forced herself to acknowledge. ‘And I deserve to be on the cruel end of it. Twelve long, lonely months… So much time wasted…’ Then Electa suddenly remembered something that stopped that train of thought abruptly in its tracks. “Who the hell did he think he was trying to kid here?” she said slowly. Spinning around in a full circle, she scanned the room looking for where whoever had unpacked for her had placed her green bag. She couldn’t see it. Frustration rose up to mix with the hurt and anger already foaming in her blood.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Till now, she hasn’t come to him and asked about Haneul. She wants him to go to her. Im Jihoon taps his fingers on his desk, studying the case file on the table. How can one killer not know about another killer? He can easily tell who it is, but who is wrongly being persecuted. Is justice blind? No, it’s not. Justice’s eyes are pretty clairvoyant. She can’t see what is right in front of her. Only facts matter. Are these facts the truth? Im Jihoon nearly laughs. Facts can become the only truth.

What she wanted was to uphold justice and punish the wicked. The Outlaws Department was akin to a beacon of justice for her. It was sacred and righteous like divine judgment. “Haha…” Dustin sneered mockingly. He wanted to mock Madison for being so naive. “There’s no place in this world that is entirely clean. When there’s light, there will be shadows. There’s no exception!” he firmly said. “The Outlaws Department… the so-called organization of justice… Hahaha! Don’t make me laugh! I don’t deny that there are good people in the Outlaws Department, but there might be many jerks there too.”

She added as she smiled at the scene of her two kids, running upstairs. __________________________________________ "Lenan, are you really fine with this option?..." The man with a black suit and a classic red tie asked, "it can be more dangerous now, or even worse than before..." He said, looking at him with an undeniable concerned look. "I don't know... I... I actually don't care anymore... All I want is justice..." Lenan shakily said as his knuckles turned white due to his hard gripping on it, "He should be suffering right now... My mother was murdered by that bastard... I... I c-can't just sit here and do nothing... Please, just let me.."

“You’re arrogant filth. Useless. Weak.” He smiled like a demon and kneed them hard in the neck, then followed with brutal kicks to their stomachs. “P-please… have mercy,” Fugo croaked, knowing it was unlikely but trying anyway. Darkness rolled off of Dark like a physical thing, dangerous and absolute. “Mercy isn’t in my vocabulary. Face your consequences,” Dark said flatly, and pulled the trigger. Two shots rang out. The men slumped, fresh blood pooling beneath them. Justice, served.

"For a price." "What price?" "A confession." Raven stilled. "Tell me the truth," Zane said. "What did you really come here to do? Was it ever about justice? Or did you just want someone to finally punish you for surviving?" The world tilted. Raven couldn’t breathe. He reached out, brushing her hair back gently. "We both know the answer and I’ll give you a gift, your girl will live, but only if you admit you never stopped craving the dark. Not mine. Not Jaxon’s. Just darkness."

It’s as if the weight of evidence and the desire for justice have converged to form a unanimous consensus. ‘Dad, this is the end of your evilness! Today, I stand victorious, not with canines and claws in triumph, but with the conviction that the triumph of light over darkness is a victory that echoes through generations. The evidence amassed, the alliances forged, all culminate in a moment of reckoning. Dad, you’re once a pillar of strength, now you’re exposed for the venom that runs through your veins! As the gavel falls, your fate is sealed. Justice will prevail, and your crimes will not be swept beneath the rug of power. A prison cell awaits you, a testament to the fallibility of even the

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

Just nodded once, the kind of nod that comes when a man finally realises he's run out of excuses. Back in my office, I stood at the window, the city grey and slick with drizzle. Justice never feels clean. I'd seen enough justice in my life to know it always leaves someone bleeding, even when it's done right. You fool yourself into thinking it's clean, that truth is mercy, but there's no satisfaction in watching someone drown, even when they built the tide themselves. Dan had never helped Layla. He'd only taken what she offered, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but her strength holding up the life they shared.