La Justicia De Dios Tarda Pero Llega Novels & Stories

When I finally reached the hospital, I saw my mother lying on a stretcher bed in the hallway, crying silently. I ran over and saw my father's head—there was a large gaping wound. It had been hastily bandaged, but it was still bleeding. "Where's the doctor? Where are the doctors? The wound is still bleeding—why isn't anyone treating him?" My mother hesitated for a long time before finally speaking. "There's only one emergency doctor on duty. And there was only one temporary room left. Grayson told him... told him to save someone else first."

We were indebted to each other and besides, that had been why we were here in the first place. "We all deserve a second chance, Lade. Even God would forgive the devil if he's willing." I matched his hushed tone equally, but then, it was somewhat discreet and in less than a second, his gaze had dropped from my eyes but just as quickly, he returned them back instead...

Tony deserves to be praised if ever he's the real reason why Luna come to change herself. She gives me the simple yet sweetest smile she can wear this time. "There's no greater miracle than God's." Lalo akong namangha. "Oh..." hindi agad ako makapagsalita. "Let's have a little patience, Axl. Everything is on its place, according to God's work." Naibsan ng kaniyang sinabi ang kaunting pagtatanong na meron ako.

I truly thought her brain wasn't working. "Do I look that cheap to you? Do you think I'd be unmoved after what you did to my father? "Even narcissism has limits. Sign." Vivian disagreed and argued urgently, "You still appeared in court to seek justice for my father. That means you still love me." I stared at her hard. "You said it yourself. He was your father. I helped him because he deserved it. "Just like today's funeral. I came for him. Who would pay attention to you?

Satiro looked at the still-silent Lord of the Gods and nodded to Rey de Los Lobos, the Thunder God. The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos immediately said: "I think it's not too late to wait until the demon world is destroyed and then judge his crime and guilt." The Lord of the Gods finally sighed, revealing an expression of smoldering anger: “Okay, Fire God León de Fuego, if the other gods have prayed for you then I will give it to you one chance, I'll keep you under the glacier for eighty-one days, it's up to you to see if you can bear it or not."

We stand there, stand there and wait, stand there and want, stand there and be, be there and not be there, be there and somewhere else, somewhere we aren’t supposed to be. It’s never too late. The elevator reaches the lobby, and I hesitate, and Lucas doesn’t, and I follow, and he leads, and I follow, and I follow, and I follow. The storm is still strong as we step into the lobby, as we step into the night, as we step into the wet and wild and waiting world.

But back then, unfortunately, she didn’t understand it. Yuri stared at the book cover showing the Old Supreme Court of Singapore. She had asked her mother back then, “If there truly is Justice, then why do so many criminals still run free?” Hitomi Kirisawa had closed her eyes and replied, “Even Justice isn’t infallible.” And when Yuri had asked what isn’t infallible, her mother had answered her with one word only. “God.”

He fixed his eyes on her and let tears rush out. “Layla, I shouldn’t be doing this because Asher respects me a lot, but I can’t continue to watch injustice take over,” he released Layla’s hand and hit the left part of his chest, weakling. “Scary nightmare haunts me and gives me a sleepless night. The cries of dead souls don’t let me rest, and I can’t live my life till justice reigns.” Hearing President Mason’s last line, ‘Justice shall reign’, the reflection of how Ivory painted her bedroom wall with the words appeared in front of Layla, and she recalled a hundred sheets of papers she packed under Ivory’s bed with the same words on them.

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What twenty-five-year-old Erica did, seventy-year-old Erica could too. I would chase my dreams relentlessly until death itself claimed me. Then I heard it—screaming from outside. Before I could even get up, Maya and Mrs. Futrell rushed in, tackling me with a hug. "Erica! You passed!" "Ms. Levine! You're amazing!" I blinked, totally lost. Maya yanked me over to the screen. That's when I saw it—the score report. The email had landed in spam. Thank God Mrs. Futrell checked.