Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

I wouldn't be able to find a new job if I didn't accept the company's arrangements for me. Letting me resume working in a job position that the company selected for me was just a fancy excuse for them to demote me and exclude me from the core management. Great. Just great. What an incredibly smart method to take me out after squeezing out all of my worth! But what Xander and the others didn't know was that I had already died once. There was no way I'd let them do whatever they wanted to me without fighting back. After I returned to my office, I made myself a cup of coffee. I had no idea when exactly I got addicted to coffee—if I didn't have a cup of joe every day, I'd be extremely uncomforta

She was waiting for me to say more. My fingers grazed the edge of my apron. "They were good people. Respected. Loyal. The kind who believed in duty and sacrifice." I let out a soft breath. "But none of that mattered in the end. Because when people want something badly enough, they don’t care who they trample to get it." I wasn’t sure why, but satisfaction curled inside me as I said this in Axel’s presence. Let him hear it. Let him wonder. "I guess you could say I learned an important lesson early on—justice is just a fancy word for the strong. The rest of us? We just survive." I paused, then added, "I was poisoned and had to be rushed here. I decided to stay."

"They have quarrel between them that you should not know. So, what now? I already admitted. Would not you deliver me to jail?" She sighed and clicks her tongue. "You did that for justice?" "Yes." "And? You really get justice? By killing, huh? Really, Hanz? When did the definition of justice is to kill?" she narrowed her eyes to him and even raised an eyebrow, a bit challenging. "That is justice for me," he simply said. "I am guilty, I would say."

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

Why would he feel anything for me now? Their shouting only enraged the guards further. Disrespecting me meant disrespecting the entire Millers, and them as well. What should have taken only a few strikes was dragged out for a full half hour. Olivia tilted her head, her eyes fixed on me like a snake, as if she wanted to tear me apart. “Max, do you really think you’ve won?” “This is Harbor City, not some place where your Millers can do whatever they want. With just a handful of your people, how do you expect to stand against the entire Johnsons?

"I believe that's not—" "Oh, but you haven't heard my explanation," I pressed, silencing. Bitches don't get to talk. "See, there are crimes that will never be justifiable, unlike murder. In the coldest days, when you did something wrong, you'd get a death sentence, right?" I raised both my brows. "When it was done in the name of the Law, it was justifiable. Some crimes are not justifiable. No matter how much you want them to be. You'll probably die of age while trying to justify such...crimes, you follow?" I asked with an easy smile, sensing his uneasiness.

I was scarred for life because of him. Now he's cold in the ground. I observed his funeral at a distance. There wasn't a big turnout and that made me feel a little better, but not any less bitter. He nearly ruined my life. Now his was over. Justice was done. What was that saying? Revenge is best served cold.

His clothes were already plastered to him but he seemed oblivious as he released her to address Moon. “She has a calming effect on you.” Justice shrugged. “It wasn’t as if we could ask you nicely to work out until you dropped from exhaustion.” “I thought about killing her, damn it.” Moon didn’t even look at Joy. “This is the big cure? Melt me?” “You’re back to being you so don’t complain.” Justice reached up and pulled at his shirt. “It’s like standing in hell, isn’t it? I’m going to need a shower.” “Let me loose.”

“I want justice.” “The men that did this to you…” I looked at him in the eyes. “… they are all dead. We killed every single one of them. There isn’t anyone for the police to arrest. Justice was served and don’t think for one moment you were the only ones that were wronged in this. Everyone in this room suffered a loss. Don’t confuse my generosity with guilt.”

As soon as everyone has spoken, I return to my place in front of the jury, looking determinedly at everyone around me, so I speak. _________ We all make mistakes, however laws and justice exist to be fair and put criminals in their place, to give order and above all to protect those who are considered victims, the word justice means: quality of what is in accordance with the which is right; way of perceiving, evaluating what is right, just. My role here today is to be fair, that man has a family that depends on him, the shopkeepers felt aggrieved by having their stores stolen. How to be fair in a situation like this? How to have empathy for those in need? Shall I turn my back on what is just