Justice Love Reading Mga Nobela at Kwento

My voice is shaking and trying so hard not to show too much emotions to him. I massaged the bridge of my nose as I also brushed my hair using my finger out of frustration. Pain is all over Arthur's face. I stared at him and I can't stand it. What did I do? What did I do, God? "Caroline, please. You are still mad at me but let me just-"

She said I rolled my eyes, that’s just a fucking lie, she just wants to see my face, she wants to show me that she was more than me. Fucking bitch! "He wants his so-called jacket, he should come get it in the morning." I groaned as I began shutting the door Maria placed her hand on it

At least he wasn't bleeding this time. "You done?" Wayne asked, ice in his tone. His glare was sharp, unapologetic, ready to cut down anyone in his way. "You're lecturing me? That's hilarious. You've never known what it's like to love someone you can never have—to keep reaching, trying, and still come up empty. Don't act like you've never played dirty, Jace. Like you're some saint in business or love." "You think I got mixed up with them just to prove something to you? Is that what you tell yourself?" Wayne asked, his voice breaking just enough to expose a flicker of pain in his eyes.

Clinton remained cold, his jaw set in a hard line, “Why would you help me? You’re part of the architecture, John. You’re the reason Regina is living a lie.” “I was,” John whispered, leaning forward, his eyes burning with a new, singular purpose, “But they killed my wife. Nelly and Raymond… they think they can discard people like trash. I’m done being their legal shield. I’m going to bring Raymond down, but I can’t do it from inside a courtroom for now. I need to set the playground beforehand.” Clinton scoffed, refusing to believe that the man who had profited from Regina’s father’s death was suddenly a crusader for justice, “You expect me to trust a man who’s spent ten years burying bodies?”

The courthouse, the verdicts, the faces—all of it recedes, leaving only this moment, this quiet. Later, they sit together on the couch, knees touching, a single lamp casting warm light across the room. Julia absently traces the seam of Brandon’s sleeve, grounding herself in the texture. “I used to imagine justice as an arrival,” she says. “Like a destination. You get there and everything makes sense.” “And now?” “Now it feels more like… a crossing.” She looks up at him. “You don’t stop. You just move through.” He nods. “That’s usually how it works.”

Javier cut in with a fierce yell. Seeing his brother looking flustered, Justice bursted into laughter. "You've never seen a naked woman?" "Who do you think I am?" Javier asked, laughing. "A lifeless doll who can never fuck someone." Justice said with a serious expression then bursted into laughter. Javier rose up, rolling his eyes. "Go have some breakfast, you're losing weight." Justice's smile vanished. "No." And get laid back on the bed, his expression drab and dull as if he had not just laughed and teased his brother a second ago.

"But how? How can I navigate this labyrinth of emotions and choices? How can I ensure that justice is served without losing myself in the process?" Dr. Thorne leaned back in his chair, thoughtful and deliberate. "Knowledge, my dear Scarlett, is a powerful ally in your quest. The ancient texts you've discovered, the secrets they hold, may offer insights and wisdom that can guide you. But remember, seeking justice should not become an obsession that blinds you to compassion and empathy."

" Lucy whispered to herself. This is the way he thought because he didn't want Ely to be separated from him. He wanted to be with her especially since this was his chance to woo the girl. "How am I going to pay you? It's a big help, I really want to be a lawyer." Its promise. "Really? Why did you like that course? It's crazy." Lucy laughed and gulped down her food again. "I want justice. Many people have to pay for the sins they have committed. No matter what they hide, even if they find a way to escape their sin, I will continue to persecute them to pay for what they have done." He said seriously and eye to eye looking at Lucifer. "Are you? For you what is justice?" Ely said again. "Justice

"It was real when you wrote it." "Different kind of real," Claudia said without looking up from her cereal. "Before it was Mama's. Now it belongs to everyone who reads it." The three of them with the book between them. The dedication page, which I'd told them about but which they were now seeing in print for the first time. *For William and Catherine Ashford, who taught me that love directed with intention is the most powerful instrument of justice. And for Isabella, Alex, and Claudia — the answer to every question I was afraid to ask.*

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.