Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

My parents had only been gone for three days, and their murderers were already celebrating the coming of new life. How absolutely ironic.

I finished for him. He nodded. “He doesn’t have any feelings for her, though.” “And why do you think I would care about that?” Because I did. I sooo did. He chuckled. “Because you look like you’re about to strike her down with the death stare you’re giving her.” That would be a really cool power to have. “You know…” Justice leaned against the bar, tossing the rag over his shoulder and clasping his hands together. “We could test the theory.” “What theory?” I asked, intrigued.

“do you feel relieved “ another Journalist of course interjected “do you feel Justice was finally served “ said yet another Journalist. “well, of course Justice was served” Nena quickly answered , obviously in attempt to remove attention from Lucile before she probably gets any more traumatised “my client here had been put through a lot and is in no current need or desire for your throbbing questions but if of course you were inquiring if the man who had put her in such miserable state has been put behind bars for his sexual misconduct. If you believe that is justice enough” Nena paused while she slowly began staring at all the camera lenses that were facing her as though she was actually se

Silently, I refill. He cradles the mug in cupped palms. "Sometimes, of course, a victim never receives the justice he deserves. The fact is, Justice can be a slippery concept, and it may be served in other ways than the obvious. At times, sadly, it is not possible to provide it at all until new information comes to light." Mitch gulps, shaking uncontrollably. Michael swoops across, taking Vicky from her arms. Richard holds up hands. "Will, where are you going with this? If you have bad news to deliver..."

"There's a murder in our country, but you Islanders provided proof? Are you joking? Or do you think everyone is as stupid as you and will believe everything you claim?" When Mistuki heard what Harvey had to say, she smirked. "Stop fighting. There's justice and evil in this world. As the representatives of justice, we can always dispel evil and uphold what's right wherever we are! Is there a problem with that?" "Islanders? Justice?" Harvey let out a chuckle. "Looks like life is easier for those who are shameless in this world. Fine, I'll treat you Islanders the same as those from Country A, trying to bring justice to the world. But the problem is, you brought a longsword here to me and said i

The principal muttered with sweats all over his face. “The wages of sin should have been generally confirmed as death had it been that the victim ended up losing his life but since there are lesser but unfriendly punishments for each offense, we won’t hesitate to unleash the heaviest of them on him; I Mr. Pope will ensure he spends his life in agony within few years am alive; (he raises one of his arms), I stand for justice!!!” he moves backward(Soon a thick chorus of words arose from the same corner of notorious boys) “We stand for Justice!! We stand for Justice!! We stand for Justice!!”.

He had learned that the greatest strength lay not in destroying your foes, but in rendering them obsolete through the unobtrusive, unbending process of creating a better world. Justice had been served. Not the fiery, raging justice of his blood, but a neat, quiet, procedural justice which was not at all damaging to his soul. He did not feel triumphant. Only the thick, humming quiet of the battle over and the boundless, sun-drenched peace of the future stretching out before him, wide and smooth as the ocean.

Ashton asked. "Yeah." Ashton smiled. "Have you stopped believing in justice?" "Justice?" Leon let out a cynical laugh. "It doesn't even exist!" "It does, actually. At least it will tonight." Ashton smiled wryly. "Ironic coming from me, seeing as I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue."

“No one bats an eye when an upcoming artist in Chicago dies. Maybe the city will mourn him for 24 hours but that would be it.” I heard the loud screech of the chair against the marble. “You killed him?” “You make it sound like a crime.” Now, I looked at her. Her eyes were misty and her bottom.lip quivered. “It is! He was better off in prison.” “The little shit would be out on parole if he is on best behavior. That's why justice looks stupid nowadays.” “I hate you!” “And you think I care?” She turned around to leave. “Try walking out that door and you'll find out why I'm a mafia.”

Justice is served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."