Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

Not doubt. Determination. “I failed you,” he continued, his tone softer. “But I won’t fail you again.” I didn’t respond immediately. My eyes returned to Jessica, watching her tiny hand twitch slightly inside the incubator. “She’s all that matters now,” I said. “She matters,” he agreed. “But so does justice.” The word settled between us. Justice. Not revenge. Justice. I nodded slowly. “I want it,” I said. “And you’ll have it,” he replied.

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?

he declared, “that man will fall, justice will be served.” I nodded, vindication finally settling in me. That was all I needed to hear.

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

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 served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."

The dark weight that had been hanging over our lives for weeks had finally lifted. Theo paused by the steps as a group of reporters swarmed around us, cameras flashing and microphones outstretched. One of them called out, “Alpha Theo! What do you have to say about today’s verdict?” Theo gave a small, calm smile. “Justice has been served,” he said. “This isn’t about revenge. It’s about restoring integrity, getting justice for Claire who almost lost her life in that fire. This is not just about Claire or Valmont Corporation, but about our entire community who might face a similar ordeal in the future. Let every wolf out there know that our justice system is one that doesn't show favouritism or

After dinner, Iris took care of the dishes while Jason wiped the table and disposed of the garbage. When it was time for them to leave, Professor Sandler walked out with them to send them off. On the drive home, Jason took the wheel with Iris in the passenger seat. Silence enveloped them. Jason broke it by saying, "There's a saying online: 'Justice may be delayed, but it'll always arrive.' Do you think delayed justice still counts as justice? For instance, in the 813 Murder, the criminal was only caught after 35 years. What's your opinion on that?"

Any normal person would have gone insane from the feeling of powerlessness. Lucian walked up to her and wrapped her in his embrace. "It's okay if you didn't get anything. "With all the dirty secrets that Jean Jacquez was involved in for all these years, he'll never get away with it. At least there's some justice for your mother." Calista shook her head and her voice choked up, "It's not the same, this is different." What was justice? Justice would only be served when the truth was revealed. If justice only resulted in the death of the culprit, then why did they need people like the police and judges?

he explained, his voice steady, carrying the weight of cold, unflinching justice. “Justice isn’t always clean… but it’s final.” Annabelle’s gaze drifted downward. True mafia is brutal.