Mercenary Justice Novels & Stories

“Just because bars are between you doesn’t mean he couldn’t do a lot of things if you’re within reach.” “I understand that too. He’s lethal even behind bars.” The memory was still very fresh in her mind of Moon’s hand squeezing her breast but so was the one where he’d grabbed her throat. “I treated your people, Justice. They told me some of the ways they killed Mercile employees.” She’d had nightmares but they weren’t invoked by sympathy for the ones who’d died. It had been the haunting knowledge that New Species would have to live with what they’d had to do to survive. “A few of them tried to horrify me with very specific details of those deaths. They thought I’d judge them for what they we

" Catherine asked. — Well, each team can only have four lawyers, as you both must know, we are one of the best in the city, we have the largest number of lawyers in various cases with enormous competence, which makes people come to us, they come here looking to solve an inheritance division issue and in the middle of the conversation we end up discovering a labor abuse and end up taking more than one case per client, our reputation is to solve all problems, even the problems that people think they don't have or think are not problems," she paused, pointing to a frosted black glass door with the classic figure of Têmis and the scales of justice engraved in white on one side of the door and th

My mind was recollecting that place, I remembered we trade our trust and blood as well as smuggled there before years with the boys. The war started after we misbehave and that Terracota mob we enjoyed in commerce wanted to take over the offer and fortune without an exchange by theirs. "What's up with South Harbor?" "I reckon If I shed blood from you then you'll remember what you did" "I don't have any clue about what you're talking about" "You murdered my fellows and me trustworthy pal his name is Jolovik" "Oh, that guy with a mustache like Sonic's antagonist" I caressed my chin with a curl of laughter upon my lips.

Mom asked. Wasn't she supposed to be comforting me? "Spread? It's all over the pack. I've been disgraced! People have been saying things about me having a selfish sister." Marcy stared to cry and mom hugged her, glaring at me. "That was insensitive of you, Mercy! How could you do tha to your sister? She would never do that to you." Men scolded me. "Are you blaming me? I didn't pick Eke to be my mate! And I'm glad that we no longer have a future. He's a terrible person." I scoffed.

“We can weigh laws and treaties all day. But this…started with you. With what was done to you. You have more right than anyone to an opinion on his fate.” The others’ gazes followed. It was like being back in the temple circle for a heartbeat—every thread converging on me. “Do you want justice or mercy here?” Rowan asked, unusually careful with his tone. Justice. Mercy. The words tasted complicated. Once, I would have imagined justice as Damon broken at my feet, Bloodthorn in chains, every elder who’d ever signed a contract with my name on it begging for forgiveness I’d never grant. Once, I would have thought mercy meant letting them all walk free.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

I shouted to Rhea. "Working on it." She cut through three mercenaries. Brutal. Efficient. Carved a path toward Kael. I followed. We moved together. Back to back. Cutting through the fighters between us and the man who started this. Reached him. Kael. Standing alone now. His mercenaries dead or fled. Just him and his blade and his hatred. "This is over" I said. "Surrender. Face justice. Or die here." "Justice? There is no justice in your new world. Just wolves pretending they are equal. Just contamination spreading. Just everything I fought to prevent."

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

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.