Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

He walked toward where I was sitting with slow steps, like a serial killer waiting to pounce on his prey. "Anyone who sees your innocent face would swear you couldn't kill an ant. They don't know you're capable of killing a person and attending their funeral afterward." I raised my eyes to him and found him smiling slyly. "Watch yourself. Next time I won't be merciful." He grabbed my neck, choking me with his huge hand. Even so, I continued. "The victim has the right to seek justice." He took a drag from his cigarette. "I am justice, the law, and the supreme court."

I always remember the person who is gone and when someone will never come back. "To the parents, my deepest condolences. Together we must seek justice for the wronged. And I will assure you, justice will be served." I assure it too. No matter how long it's going to take, I'll make sure that justice will be served because after all they died because of me. And I will never forget it. I immediately wiped away my tears before my friends looked at me. In their eyes, I need to be strong. I don't care if I'm already broken inside. I'll fight until my last breath.

"Justice is your right. And justice you shall have." The word "justice" fell far short of what Ares and I planned for the wolves who had hurt our mate. What awaited Marcus, Elena, and Alexander would exceed mere justice. It would be retribution on a scale the kingdom hadn't witnessed in decades. But for now, I kept that knowledge behind my eyes, letting Amelia see only the King's promise of a fair trial. The truth would reveal itself soon enough, when those who had wronged her faced the full measure of my wrath.

“You think she’d want you throwing your life away for revenge against a guy like Bradley who is mentally unstable.” “This wouldn't be revenge.* “Then what is it?” I didn't answer because the truth was that it was. My chest didn't sound much better admitting it. “It would be justice.” Lucas sighed, his palm slapped across his forehead painfully. “Thats what the court is supposed to decide.” “And what if the court fails because they believe his nonsense.” Lucas looked at me directly. “Then we keep fighting through the system. You shouldn't do anything reckless.” I shook my head slowly. “Bradley stood there smiling while Mia bled on the floor, he doesn't deserve a slow justice.”

He turned to me, "Baby, is there a problem?" My face filled with heat at his words. Baby? Are you kidding me? Though I do like the way it sounds when he says it. His arm slipped around my waist as he waited for my response. "Umm, I was just trying to explain to him why I need today off..." my voice cracked with emotion, "But he didn't want to listen." "That's not true," Trey stuttered, "Don't lie. I was listening." Niko raised his hand, effectively shutting Trey up, "So here's the thing," he told him with a glare, "Justice will not be working today or any day for at least the next two weeks...maybe longer. Understand?"

She’s watching me with that expression she wore as a kid when I helped her with homework. Proud and a little worried I might go off script. "But standing here today, watching my sister marry a man who'd move mountains to protect her. Seeing my nephew thrive in a family that chooses love over everything else..." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "Well, it turns out justice isn't just about courts and verdicts. Sometimes it's about finding your way back to the people who matter most." I raise my glass toward the head table. "To Emmeline and Asher. May your love be the kind of justice that heals instead of punishes. And to Jackson, who reminds us every day that hope is worth fighting for."

“You did it, Cass.” Zandrie’s voice reached her through the heavy noise of her thoughts. A gentle hand rested on her shoulder before he pulled her into a brief, steady embrace. “Justice will take its course,” he said softly. “Your mother can finally rest. Justice has been served.” His arms tightened in a reassuring squeeze. Cassie did not respond. Yes, she had fought for this moment. Yes, the truth had finally come to light. Yes, the people responsible would pay for what they had done.

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."

“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.”

Justice would be served, no matter the cost. The air was heavy with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the soft rustle of papers and the quiet hum of determination. Thane's heart beat with a steady, relentless rhythm, driving him forward with an unyielding commitment to truth and justice. The storm was gathering, and Thane stood at its epicenter, ready to unleash the fury of his wrath upon those who had betrayed and murdered Catherine.