Lobo Injustice Novels & Stories

Both men looked at each other, Loki changed the whole lemon sour expression for an expression of general happiness of the nation, he smiling approached Kit. - How do you feel now? Ragnar questioned. - I don't know, but what I do know is that I don't want others to take credit for what I've done. Kit said. - Man, if the problem is a pain of conscience, you need to say justice and do the right thing. - The god said. - You understand that people need justice, two people were arrested, you need to give a home and peace of mind to the spirits of everyone you killed. - Loki then approached him joining his hands.

That sounded too biased! “Sister! You are prejudiced against Lory. I can accept you telling her how she should address you every time you see her, but Lory is a kind girl who wouldn’t even dare kill a fish. You slandered her by saying that she was the person who made all those bloody and cruel decisions without presenting any evidence. This is too unreasonable!” Jebediah had already wanted to fight back for Lorraine before this, but he’d endured it forcibly out of his respect for Annalita. However, he could not stand it anymore.

He fell because he tried to keep a conscience in a business that had no room for one. Roberto wanted out. Quietly. Family, art galleries, good wine in the afternoons. On his way to the door he found the wrong file—trafficking records Victor Salvatore had buried inside a Carvajo shipping manifest. Roberto gathered evidence and started knocking on the doors of the law. Victor moved faster.

"I want to find out the truth about it. She was a victim of human experimentation and I'm going to find out the ones responsible for it. I want to make things right but the Parliament is not being fair. In order to achieve my goal, Luna Services is the first step in my plan to close the distance between the Inner City and the Slums." "Is this all about revenge? Or your sense of justice?" I bit my bottom lip. In a way it was and in a way, it wasn't. I'll understand if my views are called selfish and arrogant or even childish by Ignacio who has probably suffered more with the unfair system. However, this cycle will simply continue if nobody starts a change. How could I convince him to see thin

Enough to secure their futures. A businessman in Naples whose company Lorenzo destroyed through extortion. Lost everything. Contemplated suicide. The settlement let him rebuild. Start fresh. Families in Lisbon. New York. London. Dozens of them. All hurt by Lorenzo. All deserving restitution. "This is what justice looks like," Lucia said during one of their calls. Six months into the process. "Not revenge. Not violence. Just taking what he stole and returning it to those he took it from." "How much have we recovered so far?" Sienna asked.

he said, but no one reacted. Ignacio stood next. He refused humility altogether. “This prosecution was revenge disguised as justice, I am being punished because I challenged an inexperienced girl for leadership of a company my family built.” he said sharply, and gasps sounded. Julian cursed under his breath, mom stiffened, but I did not move. “Mr. Estaban, I advise caution.” The judge peered over his glasses. “You stole what should have been mine, Sofia. You always had Carlos protecting you. Even now, they protect you.” Ignacio ignored him and looked straight at me.

“ W…W….what ? “ That isn’t true . That is false Your Honour . “ said mr Bob . “ I have already taken a testimony of two famous people on the field of audio recognition and video editing . I don’t believe those people would ruin their hardworking reputation over a conflict that doesn’t involve them in any way . “ said Luna giving their signed vowing over the authenticity of the evidence . Mr Bob remained shocked when he heard the audio and saw the video . He already ordered the hacker they had hired to delete them from the laptop and any other device they were in but apparently they still managed to safely guard the original copy . After the judge read all the information , Luna started to pr

“I’m going to step out. When I come back, I’d like you to think about who might be protecting you.” The door closed. Elara exhaled shakily. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered to the empty room. “You knew.” No answer. Only silence. Fallon pressed her palms flat against the interrogation table, bouncing her knee in restless irritation. “This is bullshit,” she muttered. “I didn’t kill anyone. I don’t even like violence. I like chaos.” The one-way glass stared back at her. She frowned. Something fogged it. Slowly.

“No buts, it is what it is.” I let out a breath, staring out the window of the jet. The images burned into my mind. I couldn't shake the pain and unease I felt for those girls. Don't make it personal. I repeated over and over in my head. But it didn't work. In my heart, I hoped the judge would refuse, even if it would affect Antonio. Because if there was anything I was sure of was that he deserved it.

"Justice will get any hours she so wishes. You will not allow anyone, including yourself, to talk about or disrespect her in any way. Understood?" He did his best to nod in agreement. No more words were needed, so I did what I did best...I made sure to drive the point home in a way that would be hard for him to forget. We can't have him forgetting, now, can we? I needed my money, and I needed Justice to be okay. Well, let's be honest, the $400 he owed me, the four hundred he really thought I wouldn't notice missing, was chump change as far as I was concerned. I didn't need it, but I also refused to let it go. He tried to rip me off. That's something I will never let slide. I don't care if it