Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

"I want this to end without more bloodshed." He glanced at Adrian and Leonard. "You could all be dead tomorrow, or you could take this chance and live." Ariana’s fists tightened. She felt her blood boiling. "And what about justice?" she asked sharply. "What about all the people you’ve hurt?" Xavier sighed softly. "Justice is subjective, Ariana. The world isn’t black and white." Ariana looked at the envelope once more. She knew this was a trap. But if they kept fighting, their lives would truly be at risk.

Jake exclaimed. "Yeah dude. Look, I know I hate your Lara, but what happened was bad. I didn't mean for her to die. Now it's time for you to channel all your pains in making sure that you give justice to Lara, and that's not by crying, that's by standing up and being a man and give May the most terrible death ever!" Jerome stated. "Jerome is right Will, justice just be served for Lara, as I know her soul will never rest in peace until we serve her justice by killing May, and that too a painful death." Adams said.

Less than ten minutes later, it began to foam at the mouth, convulsed, and collapsed. The courtroom erupted, and the livestream chat exploded. [That's insane! Imagine if a person ate it.] [Someone like this deserves the death penalty!] [Good thing that Griffith kid survived, or he would've been killed!] The judge struck his gavel to restore order. "Defendant, do you have any response to the plaintiff's accusations and evidence?" he asked. Ivy wore the cold smile of someone already certain of victory. "Your Honor," I said, calm and steady, as I rose to my feet. "I have a question."

Jack saw me and did not even seem surprised. He frowned a little, looking at me like I was something on the bottom of his shoe. "You followed me all the way here? You sure don't give up. But I'm not here to play games with you today. I'm here to defend Yvonne's brother in court." It felt like my whole body was being ripped apart, and a huge weight crushed my chest so much that I could not breathe. "Do you even know who you're helping? He's a killer! He's the one who took our daughter from us!"

"I just want to make sure that they didn't die in vain. I want to make sure that justice is served." Sergio placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, his playful smirk replaced with a serious expression. "And we will make sure of that," he said firmly. "We'll stand together and make sure that Alpha Draxler pays for all the pain he's caused." Jake nodded in agreement, a determined glint in his eyes. "Damn right," he said, his voice resolute. "We won't rest until we get justice for all the lives he's ruined." I felt a sense of exhaustion creeping over me. "Sergio," I said, my voice a little weary, "I'm feeling a bit tired and full. Thank you for the meal, it was nice, and I'm really grateful."

"They have quarrel between them that you should not know. So, what now? I already admitted. Would not you deliver me to jail?" She sighed and clicks her tongue. "You did that for justice?" "Yes." "And? You really get justice? By killing, huh? Really, Hanz? When did the definition of justice is to kill?" she narrowed her eyes to him and even raised an eyebrow, a bit challenging. "That is justice for me," he simply said. "I am guilty, I would say."

Her experience referenced constantly. Truth, finally spoken, was changing everything. And somewhere in that truth, justice was slowly, imperfectly, but undeniably being served. Not perfect justice. But real justice. The kind built on survivor's voices. The kind that changes the world. One testimony at a time.

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.”

Don Carlo sat up straight. “What do you mean?” Asked Trixie. She was curious, but wariness was still potent. “I mean, we tell Denny everything but ask him to deal with the matter according to Trisha’s wishes. If she wants the man sent to prison, then Denny has to do it. Justice must be served. Both sides can be seen as his family, the victim, and the criminal. So it’s not taking sides; it’s justice being served,” Don Carlo explained. “What do you think?”

Silently, I refill. He cradles the mug in cupped palms. "Sometimes, of course, a victim never receives the justice he deserves. The fact is, Justice can be a slippery concept, and it may be served in other ways than the obvious. At times, sadly, it is not possible to provide it at all until new information comes to light." Mitch gulps, shaking uncontrollably. Michael swoops across, taking Vicky from her arms. Richard holds up hands. "Will, where are you going with this? If you have bad news to deliver..."