Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

"Something very cold." "Um... Sure. How about a very cold drink?" "It should be as cold as it can get. If it's solid, that's even better." "I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle," she instructed, as she walked away. "Yes, ma'am," He nodded. Upon Esther's return with the ice-cold drink, she discovered Edwina seated next to Justice, tending to his eye with a cloth. Closer examination revealed something wrapped within the fabric, prompting Esther to ponder how swiftly Edwina had managed to get ice for Justice upon arriving home.

There rests the righteous justice sweetest of all. .... "How can I ever repay your generosity, babe?" Stella's sweet murmur warmed the air between us as we observed sunrise's rosy fingers creeping over the horizon. Last fading stars still glimmered bold beside the waning crescent moon, echoes of receding darkness banished before dawn's steady advance. I drew her soft warmth closer, moved by enduring trauma now tempering into wisdom's grace. My little bird's helpless fury aged into seasoned perspective broader than personal vengeance alone. For in punishing petty tyrants, greater oppressive systems yet demanded dismantling toward justice ripe and lasting.

I felt bad I'd be cheating on Marilyn like this but I need Justitia’s help right now and to get it… “Fuck me as much as you want, bitch!” ~~~ Justitia and I walked through the ice hell in a hurry, as it was the coldest part of the hell that freezes at 360° Celsius. Immediately, we got to the other side, and she disappeared, but after telling me, "Call me if anything goes wrong. The yapper is very strong." The yapper came out of his dwelling naturally, and he snorted at me, "You're really good at sex. I watched you snatch Justitia earlier. Nice cock you got there bro”

“…all of you sit at the edge of the same blade.” Judge Ellington cleared his throat. “We—we have always served justice, Boss. Whatever happens to the others, we—” “Spare me,” the Boss cut in, you served yourselves. You took the money, signed the papers, closed your eyes. You served me, and you served Kroos, and you served Marquez. But justice?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Justice is just the mask you wear while you eat.” The words hung there, bitter and true.

Justice is a friend of no man. He is also a stranger to all. You seek him but never find, You find him only to lose him. In the end, you settle for vengeance. Most people believe to protect your home, make the thief the security, he would not steal because he will be too busy stopping others from stealing. The government too thinks this way. They pick the people supposed to be arrested, offer them jobs at the bureau while the civilians willing to stop the guys like the ones they put in the bureau end up with a crappy desk a singular mug and a coffee maker too old that the coffee tastes like plastic deposits.

“I’m staying. I gave the order. I’ll help implement it.” “Justice…” Tiger frowned. “Enough.” Justice unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “I’m staying.” He stared at the cell. “We need him flat, not restrained against the wall. That would definitely remind him of Mercile. No automated pulley systems either. The sound of the motors might trigger flashbacks.”

Nothing that was said there would go unpunished. The servants support the guardians, and they leave the room to deliberate. The five of them were sitting in a room with a large table. The servants brought them blood to drink, and they consumed the package before beginning to speak. - I still find it insulting to have to eat from a package. – the guardian of justice secrats says. - Times are different, and so are many things. We have much to learn before falling asleep again - the guardian of truth says. - that's not even the worst thing.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 —𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

After dinner, Iris took care of the dishes while Jason wiped the table and disposed of the garbage. When it was time for them to leave, Professor Sandler walked out with them to send them off. On the drive home, Jason took the wheel with Iris in the passenger seat. Silence enveloped them. Jason broke it by saying, "There's a saying online: 'Justice may be delayed, but it'll always arrive.' Do you think delayed justice still counts as justice? For instance, in the 813 Murder, the criminal was only caught after 35 years. What's your opinion on that?"

As though the issue itself were unreasonable. "You don't understand how business works." The sentence immediately reminded Axel of something. The same arrogance. The same superiority. The same belief that intelligence justified conduct. The same justification Richard had used from the beginning. Axel suddenly realized something important. Richard didn't think he had done anything wrong. Not because he was innocent. Because he believed the outcome justified the method. And that frightened Axel more than the documents themselves. ------------------------------- That afternoon, Axel made the hardest decision of his professional life. Not because it would destroy his career.