Justice Love Reading Novels & Stories

" I nod, unable to dodge the shadowy black pupils. Justice. The word reappears in my thoughts when he closes the space between us and puts a hand on my waist, breathing very close to my face, stealing my breath. And suddenly, everything becomes clear to me, my body's reactions when he's close, our involvement in such a short time. I'm liking Henrico Zattani, falling in love with his contradictory personality and the way he sees and treats me. He sees who I am, pushes me to be who I want and doesn't charge anything in return. He wants to prove his innocence and now, looking into his eyes, I can identify that I want the same thing, I want justice for him. "Kiss Me." I ask, not controlling the

Call Juice narrating: A love that was born out of nowhere, but saved the married woman from her boredom and cloudy days, a mobster who fulfilled her in all aspects. Leonor made it clear how her heart was filled with feelings of a love triangle, in doubt between two men. Every sentence that Leonor spoke about her feelings broke a part of me, I spent hours with the notebook on my lap reading god from her warm feelings to those frozen ones, the way she described our marriage, and particularly the way she felt felt, frustrated me, and opened me up to see their feelings in a way I had never stopped to see before. Leonor was writing our story, but it was as if she was writing the way it ended, I w

“Imagine that. Imagine the heartbreak, the betrayal. Two sisters, yet one is kept in the dark while the other wears the title of wife. Do you think that’s normal? Do you think that is even right? How do you look someone in the eye, knowing they are torn between loyalty and love for their own flesh and blood? Is that the man you want to protect? A man who thinks nothing of using picking and using two sisters, who thinks nothing of shattering their bond for his own twisted games?” “Ask yourselves… can you trust a man who has no regard for the sanctity of family? Of blood? Who is willing to break apart the very thing that should be the most sacred? Jace is a man who thinks he can hide his sins

“Let’s go.” “One minute.” Lena hurried and stood before Nero. “I didn’t get to read my vows,” she added and retracted a piece of paper. “I wrote this last night,” she muttered. “For what it’s worth, I don’t regret my actions today. Everyone deserves justice; you got justice for your family by ruining mine, so it’s only normal I get justice for my parents.” Lena started reading. “You entered my life like a thunderstorm, ruining every beautiful thing I ever had. Then you promised me happiness, but we both knew it was a lie, as a man like you could only offer destruction.” Lena stared at Nero, and her vision was blurred because of the tears.

Her high pitched voice pierced into the atmosphere, “I’m an adult! One old enough to know what injustice looks like!” “Really?” The alpha asked inquisitively although his anger was palpable. “Tell me, what is Justice?” “Justice is doing the right thing. Not being unjust to a loyal person! How can Valerie’s parents serve so diligently even to the point of losing their lives yet….” Breaking down shortly in tears. “Yet, you want to demote her to being a mere omega. That’s unfair!” “So you were eavesdropping on my conversation?” “Dad, that’s not the point.”

I can’t control where Justice goes or what she does, but I can see and hear everything as if she is using my eyes and ears. “How are you doing sweetheart?” Christian’s voice fills my mind. The deep, forceful tone has become comforting rather than intimidating. I have no doubt he and Max, more Max, are every bit the ferocious beast their legend portrays, but his legend had no context. He loves and protects with ferocity, and I love that about him. “This is exhilarating. No wonder Justice has been clawing to get out.” Inside I’m grinning from ear to ear. This kind of freedom really is worth fighting for, and the only freedom I want from now on.

"So basically I have to trust him." "Love is about trust, and if anyone loves Bishop it's you." "But the question is do I trust him?" I wipe at the sweat on my forehead. Justice giggles. "You know you do, and you got a little something right there." She points to my forehead. I roll my eyes, huffing. Rubbing my hands over my face, I giggle. "What about now? Did I get it?" She laughs along with me. "Smeared it."

They had successfully proven her innocence and she got to go back to her three little kids once again. This was why Louisa loved the law. She loved the thrill she got when justice was served; when she saw smiles on the faces of her clients and their families, it was unexplainable really, but she saw it as another way to do God's work and save souls. Settling down on the couch in her office, she grabbed the takeout Akua had ordered for her and dug right into the jollof rice and chicken. She was really famished, having not eaten since morning, well save for coffee and it was three pm already.

“…choice leads to chaos…” “Sometimes.” “…chaos leads to destruction…” “Sometimes.” “…therefore control is preferable…” “No.” “…contradiction…” “Truth.” Silence again. But this time— it feels different. Less certain. Less… absolute. “…explain…” I glance at Leon— his body still— but I feel it— that faint resistance. That spark. Still there. Still fighting. “Justice isn’t about forcing people to be better,” I say. “…then what…”

Emily let Murat's adoring gaze trace her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Moments later, Emily's body was swept into Murat's arms and gently laid on the bed. For a brief moment, Murat left Emily alone, lying in bed waiting for him. After removing the clothing that obstructed him, Murat once again touched his lover's delicate body. "I deeply respect you as a remarkable woman, Emily. In every trial, I see you as a steadfast female knight defending justice and upholding the law for those who need it," Murat said, gazing at the beautiful face of the female prosecutor.