Justice Tumbling Novels & Stories

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.

Her father's card couldn't be read. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but still, our system is declining your card. If you want, you can pay us in cash." "Fine, I'll just withdraw some money," Taphney said, feeling humiliated as she saw the people around her. She felt embarrassed! It was the first time in her life that she had been so humiliated, and it happened in front of people she didn't even know. But she quickly headed to the parking lot, feeling upset. What happened to her father's black card? Did he find out that she stole it while he was sound asleep? What the hell?!

“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

His punishment was life imprisonment for being convicted of premeditated and aggravated murder. When the gavel struck three times, the trial came to an end. Emily Rose felt a great sense of relief that justice had been served for the victims of the brutal murders she had represented. She did not want psychological issues to be used as an excuse for the defendant to avoid prison time. To everyone's surprise, Jared Detroit approached Emily and attacked her with his bare hands. He struck the right side of the female prosecutor's head with great force. Emily's head suddenly felt dizzy as her body fell to the cold, white ceramic-tiled floor of the courtroom. As he was about to strike Emily's head

“Is that what you’re talking about?” “Sit!” Justice rose from his chair too. Joy gaped at Justice, his tone scary and loud. He growled, ignoring her, instead glaring at the white-haired doctor. “I protest, Justice,” Treadmont sputtered. “I’m not dense. Harley was pretty clear about what her form of therapy is. This is a medical condition we’re dealing with. He needs real help, not a hooker. No amount of screwing is going to fix him.” “Hooker?” She snapped her head in his direction and glared at him.

If there was any justice in the world, what was about to happen to me was the greatest injustice. I didn’t want to die! “PLEASE!” “Shut up, bitch!” The stinky one screeched, his accent as heavy as the smell of smoke on his breath. They dragged me out of the ruin like I was nothing. Strung me up between them like the catch of the day, cuffing me until my blood supply to my hands was cut off. My legs were duck taped together until every movement rubbed my skin raw. I continued to scream until my throat was dry, keeping the hope in my heart that whoever the shadow I’d seen was, he would return and do the right thing.

Venus tapped my shoulder that made my senses back. I looked around and I found myself seating on the Swivel chair. It has been ten years since that tragedy happened but I can clearly remembered every details like a purified water. It’s been too long but I still not getting the justice I deserve. But this time, I will make sure that I will win on this.

It made her feel more uncomfortable than she already felt. "I won't mind having you for dinner," one of them said with a cocky grin. He was bald with a skull tattoo on his neck, which made him look as ugly as ever. "I'm sorry but I'm not on the menu. Please make your order," Willow tried not to let her irritation show. "Really, wouldn't you want to have fun with us?" another one said as he leaned forward. "You look like you can handle all five of us," another one said and Willow bit her inside cheek. "Those hips would do well to handle us," another bald man said.

"Because this storm... It's going to be a wild ride." He didn't respond, but the tension in his body eased almost imperceptibly. His thumb continued its steady caress, a silent acknowledgment of the battle that had just shifted. The primal urge still pulsed between us, a potent, undeniable current, but now it was tempered with a shared understanding, a silent truce brokered not by surrender, but by mutual recognition. The night was far from over, and the path ahead was uncertain, but as I stood there, locked in his gaze, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: this dance had just begun, and I, Justice, wasn't sure if I could survive this or not.

This whole thing is rigged! "Why does Judge Hart keep targeting Scarlett? This is obviously personal!" Nevertheless, standing at the bench, I remained calm. "A good student? Close friends with the victim? Someone captured this on a drone. How do you explain it?" A video clip appeared on the courtroom's large screen. The moment the footage began to play, everyone in the courtroom gasped.