Poems From The Movie Poetic Justice Novels & Stories

"You will do exactly what they intended by sending that notebook and that gun. And, you can totally ignore my words, as you are doing, Penelope, but I know you are better than your brother. You're not going to do this just for revenge. If there is a way to help, we will find it and we will do it. We can't pay in the same currency. It's not justice.” But I didn't want more justice. I already sensed that Mikaela was not well. It was two days. Two days after eight men kidnapped her. A woman alone, with eight men. It was not necessary to have such a pessimistic thought to understand the calculations. Two full days. With a woman, the daughter of a judge who thought she was the most powerful in th

A noise echoed throughout the underground palace. “What’s that noise?” Distraught, everyone scanned their surroundings. At that moment, tiny holes appeared on the steel plates. Then, a strange and unpleasant odor permeated the air. James’ face darkened as he yelled, “Hold your breath, everyone! This is poisonous gas!” Everyone held their breaths. Soon, the poisonous gas filled the entire underground palace. Swish! An arrow was fired. James raised his hand and slashed the Blade of Justice in his hand, which accurately slashed the incoming arrow into two.

I was happy to be this woman to be a part of the valley. The secret of the well was not the water it was that some things will always be there. Justice is like a spring under the ground. You can try to cover it. It will always come back up. It will be cold and clear. It will wash away the things. The well was a symbol of justice of peace. As we walked back to the villa the light from the kitchen was warm and inviting. I realized I was not looking over my shoulder I was not thinking about running. I was just walking home. The villa was my home now with Stephen, with Sofia and with the valley.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

I picked them all up, and I let them cut me, over and over. The room darkened around me. I did not turn on the lights. I did not eat. The only movement was the slow flow of tears down my face and into my hair. The only sound was the occasional, ragged intake of breath. This was my work for the day, My only work…..To feel every single second of the loss. To look at every picture of us all loved up and whisper to the girl in them, You poor, stupid thing. You never saw it coming.

“Hmm…Then, Madam Hessina..this is for you…As you both husband and wife is I considered a friend by now…Remember, For everything you have lost, you gain something else, Without the dark in the night sky..you would never see the stars….After the Snow and rain, the sun will shine again…” Once again everyone were stunned, and took their time to process what I have said, I watched them as I sipped my tea in silence. Lucas and Alfred were busy instantly writing what I have just said on their notes. Viscount Jelina and Rebecca on the other hand, looked at me like I was some famous artist, they were infatuated to me. As for the pair of husband and wife they both, looked at each others and cried, the

Liberty’s POV ‘This is what it’s all about Liberty. The feel of the dirt beneath our paws, the scent of pine on the breeze and the freedom to run and hunt.’ Justice digs her paws into the dirt and the sensation of fulfilment filters into my mind. Justice has been as much a prisoner as I. I’m elated for her, to be out her in this beautiful wilderness, where she belongs.

Justice spoke three times before the blade fell Once for the innocent blood you spill Once for the innocent choice you stole Once for the innocent trust you betray Break all three, and your soul will be bound for the pits of Dikaios's Hell Dikaios’s POV Standing on the rooftop, facing down about two dozen gunmen, I couldn’t help but smile. This feeling burning in my veins – the feeling I was born with, that gave me purpose in life… It had been so long since I felt it last!

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Who's going to believe you? You've got no proof. And let's be real. If you hadn't latched onto Rosalie, who would've given a penniless, powerless farmer like you a second glance?" Her words hit his sorest spot. The macho pride in him couldn't take it, and he lunged at Wendy, erupting into a full-blown fight. The two of them tore into each other, spilling dirt that left everyone's jaws on the floor. … While they were caught up in the chaos, I'd already made it to Harborstone. The second I saw my parents, tears spilled down my cheeks. Dad, who'd been putting on a straight face, immediately lost his composure.

Emily let Murat's adoring gaze trace her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Moments later, Emily's body was swept into Murat's arms and gently laid on the bed. For a brief moment, Murat left Emily alone, lying in bed waiting for him. After removing the clothing that obstructed him, Murat once again touched his lover's delicate body. "I deeply respect you as a remarkable woman, Emily. In every trial, I see you as a steadfast female knight defending justice and upholding the law for those who need it," Murat said, gazing at the beautiful face of the female prosecutor.