Justice Will Be Served Novels & Stories

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."

Sparing her would mean ignoring all that. But yet, I could not forget Ryder's pain and the anguish in his eyes. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. “Justice is not revenge. Let us do it right,” I muttered to myself. “James,” I called, my voice calm but commanding. He looked up.

He saw Juliet and some of her men dragging Derrick up from the floor and placing a handcuff on his hands. "Take him away," Juliet said to her men who quickly took Derrick out. She exhaled deeply and turned to look at her brother who was seated on the floor. "We won," she said with a wry smile. He remained silent and continued to stare at the floor. "Eden, you should be happy, your grandma is finally getting the justice she deserves" Juliet said calmly He stood up from the floor and turned to look at her. "Justice is still far from being served," he said in a cold voice.

Not until Damian was brought to his knees. Not until justice was served.

I’ll right the wrong that has been done to everyone, and make sure justice is served. And this time, I can do it the right way.

“Not until justice is served.” And with that, the real storm began.

It contained only one sentence: "Justice hasn’t been served." I clenched my jaw. Was this about Louis Brook? Or was it a warning?

The future was stone, solid and real beneath my feet. A week later, I saw the final news report. I read it twice. Then I raised my hand and gave it a single upward claw. Justice is a patient hunter. It always catches its prey.

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

“Yes, he felt if they won't answer to their servants then they decided to burn and he was going to be the one to serve that justice.” “Like the grim reaper,” she joked.