Novel & Cerita Mercenary Justice

" Jealousy burned in Bianca's eyes. She felt extremely resentful over the fact that Dad treated me so well while Gloria constantly beat and berated her ever since she was a child. Dad immediately transferred 100 million dollars into my account after I hung up. Bianca burst into laughter and exclaimed, "We've got the money now, Anna, so it's time for you to die!" I struggled wildly, but I couldn't free myself from my bindings. My limbs were tightly bound, and I could only helplessly shake my head. "Didn't you promise not to hurt me? I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bianca was clearly enjoying the way I was begging her for mercy. A fierce glint flickered in her eyes before she drove t

“Because reporting a case this big is going to increase my pay.” I lifted my head. “Wait.” Mercer glanced back. “You wanted the money?” He looked almost embarrassed. “Obviously.” I stared at him. “I thought you were some loyal officer who wanted justice.” Mercer snorted. “I want justice.” “And money.” “Both can exist.” I shook my head. “This is unbelievable.” Mercer sighed. “I can’t wait to get out of this car.” Cain chuckled quietly. For the first time in days, I laughed too. It felt strange.

Marcus stepped out of the container truck. Lorenzo’s guards had every barrel trained on him. No gaps. No angles. No way out. He’d anticipated everything. Marcus dropped his weapon first. Then raised both hands—fingers spread against the black sky. Fifty-five years old. Thirty years spent believing justice always found a way to breathe. The universe didn’t care tonight. He surrendered like a fighter who knew when to stop delaying defeat. Lorenzo watched. His predator’s eyes gave nothing away.

“From this moment forward, everything stolen, everything misappropriated, everything that was never yours to claim… will be returned. Not through negotiation. Not through compromise. But through rightful reclamation. And any who oppose me… will feel the full measure of what it means to betray me.” Kael swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the crowd, as though seeking some ally, some validation. There was none. Every guest was rooted to the spot, every whisper now filled with fear and anticipation, every eye locked on Kastiel and me. “You can deny it,” Kastiel said softly, voice cutting through the tension like steel, “but the world remembers the truth. And I have returned to make sure everyo

I knelt, begging for forgiveness. Who would've thought that I would, one day, deceive myself like this? Soon enough, I realized Adrian was my last lifeline. The lawsuit demanded enormous resources. I poured nearly half of Thompson Group into it. Everyone said I'd gone mad—even more so than Harry. I no longer cared. The bone marrow compatibility results and the reply from the research facility arrived at the same time. I arranged for Adrian to meet me. He knew exactly why I was there. He took the report. Before leaving, he flashed me a mocking smile.

"Justice isn't a cage! Justice is the fact that we're still standing despite everything you did to us! My mother didn't die so I could be a prisoner! She died so I could be the Ending!" I flooded the Spire’s protocol with the sensation of Mercy. Not the mercy of a god, but the messy, difficult mercy of a human being who knows they aren't perfect. I showed the Echo the feeling of the 136th chapter—the joy of the twins’ laughter, the warmth of the sun on a scarred shoulder, the taste of bread shared in the mud. I showed it that a world that remembers its pain but chooses joy is more powerful than a world that is "Clean."

“Your rule ended three hundred years ago, and it’s going to stay that way.” He chuckled, low and bitter. “Call it arrogance, son, but I don’t ask for permission.” Through the mindlink, I scanned for signs of treachery among my people. The mercenaries’ were a handful among my wolves. They were waiting for my father’s command, clearly itching to shed innocent blood. “Call them off!” I demanded through the mindlink. “Never,” he replied aloud, his voice carrying over the crowd. “They’re here to ensure I win. Any mistake on your end, any hesitation, and your beloved pack dies one by one.”

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known