Lobo Injustice Novels & Stories

He turned to me briefly, "Please just give me a chance to make you understand." "You murdered innocent people. There is no spin you can put on it to make me understand that. Don't you get it? Don't you understand? Lowell, killing innocent people is not okay. Lobo hates humans and even he would never do anything like that." "Lobo has hurt many people. He has killed many more than I have. He has hurt every single woman he's been with. Physically and emotionally. I just wanted to protect you from him. But I got lost along the way, I started enjoying the thrill and power it gave me."

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

“Max, that’s why I called you an idiot. Do you even understand what a little roleplay is?” In that instant, it felt like all the strength had been drained from my body. My limbs went weak. If not for the table behind me supporting me, I would’ve collapsed right there. However, she kept going, humiliating me without mercy. “Back then, you must’ve thought you were some hero protecting your wife, didn’t you? Felt pretty proud of yourself, huh? “Well, I guess someone as useless as you can only find pride in things like that. “So now you understand, right? Three years ago, I didn’t suddenly change my testimony. Daniel was never guilty to begin with!”

Andrius then looked at Lobo and frankly said, “I think your company isn’t that great either. This kind of scrawny guy? I can fight twenty of them off single-handedly.” Like always, Andrius’ words surprised Luna. As soon as his words subsided, a hint of wickedness flashed in Lobo’s eyes. Swoosh! He strode forward and threw a roundhouse kick at Andrius.

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"

They were afraid that Dustin would turn Lovellia upside down to get what he wanted. “Dustin, I know that the Fox family suffered great injustice and died with resentment, but justice in this world is often beyond our control. There are some things you just can’t do,” said Zion and advised Dustin to stop. “You made a huge mistake. If you surrender now, it’s still not too late. If you continue making mistakes, you will put many people in danger.” When Dustin heard that, he laughed bitterly. “I made a mistake? I avenged the Fox family members who died unjustly. What did I do wrong?

Her sharp voice rang out. Aquilo narrowed his eyes and did not continue to fall for her tricks. “Are you feeling guilty?” Luna panicked. “I’m not! I just—” “I can guarantee that the test results will be authentic and that no one will lie. But if you’re the liar, the Lovehart family will not tolerate you either. Luna, I am not that gullible.” His words were as cultured and refined as ever, but there was a faint warning tone to them. Aquilo was simple-minded. He hated injustice.

Every delay from her was enough to boil my blood. "That creature is the mother of the Lobat, who was hung right here, whom she believed was innocent." "The same crazy Lobat who committed suicide because she thought life rivolved around her and that nobody near her could make mistakes?" Lindi threw her face into the now calmed lake and I followed byer eyes as well. "Well, that Lobat, Wolland but I wouldn't call her crazy. It was later discovered that her son's sins were truly false, and that someone has falsely accused him."

The world will only ever see him as the Butcher’s Son. “You cannot do this,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “They are trying to be better. They deserve the chance to choose what they reveal, not have it forced on them for your idea of justice.” “Justice does not care if people are comfortable,” she says, sharp and unyielding. “It does not care if they have grown. It cares that every victim of their families’ crimes gets to see the truth. You of all people should understand that. How many people suffered because Lorenzo was allowed to hide his secrets? How many died because the Tribunal operated in the dark? No more secrets. No more lies. Not even the small, kind ones.”

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s