Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

The ceramic’s warm against my palm, but everything else feels ice cold, like someone just opened a window directly into the ninth circle of hell. “No,” I whisper, and the word comes out strangled, like someone’s slowly crushing my windpipe while explaining why this is all perfectly reasonable and beneficial for everyone involved. “Not him.” Because this cannot be happening. Cannot be fucking happening in any universe where justice and basic human decency still exist.

"What, no. I'm asking if you're hungry. It's my turn to cook." Upon hearing this, JumpStart wipes some sweat from his forehead. "Oh. Don't scare me like that. Yeah. I wouldn't mind some food, but can you cook?" "I can cook," Ms. Justice answers. "I can cook better than all of you." "I think," QuickShot starts, now taking over. "JumpStart is referring to your shield." QuickShot picks up Justice's shield and holds it up. She puts her fingers through the hole in the center. "You really should fix this. One thing I've learned over these last two years, it's that troubles won't wait."

Still, I didn’t dare to anger the bird that ate corrupt souls for a snack… “Relax, birdie,” Nyx rolled her eyes, her smile never faltering. “She was curious about the Master’s work. I see no harm in indulging her.” “No harm?” Corvus screeched, his feathers bristling. “Do you remember what happens in there? Mortals weren’t made to see Justice done!” What the hell did that mean?!

I cannot deny that since my actions are screaming the fact. Well, I just really love my job and I dedicated my whole self for this. I did not study more than ten years in law school just to sit there and wait for the opponent to win the case. I'm competitive in everything. Justice must only serve the truth. And as a lawyer, I will make sure that justice would punish those who deserve.

“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..."

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.”