Quotes About Poetic Justice

She had taken away his best friend, and he was determined to make her pay dearly for her regrettable mistake. A ruthless mobster is willing to make a girl suffer firsthand for daring to kill his best friend, even if it was in self-defense. He will show no mercy, and simply repaying her in kind won't suffice; he knows death would be too easy for her, which is why he kidnaps her, subjecting her to a true living hell. Elisa is an exotic dancer who uses her body to attract the attention of men who pay well, money that she uses to pay for her university studies. A virgin and naive girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eliminating every friend or acquaintance around her wouldn't be enough. His hatred is lethal and his resentment imminent. An enchanting and unknown weakness for the mafia, and a beautiful misfortune for the sweet innocent. She only wanted easy and quick money to pay for university, and now she must pay a blood debt for defending her honor. How long will that justice with a taste of revenge last? And what if that justice turns out to be a double-edged sword?

Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but he appeared even taller and better-looking in person. Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few. She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance. She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important. She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her into his office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds.

noong bata pa si Jiroh nakita nya kung pano walang hiyaang patayin ang mga kamag anak nya.He is 6yrs.that time but know he is 26 for now.He want a justice and revenge for her parents na pinatay ng magkakaibigan.Pero ang papatayin nya ay hindi sya kilala dahil sa bawat pagpatay nya naksuot sya ng mask.

**Book two of the The Awakening of the Crowned Wolf** Alexi thought she was striking the ultimate blow of justice...but instead, she killed someone she loved. In the aftermath of this tragedy, the world of werewolves is in disarray. As packs everywhere lament the death of Luna, Alexi must grapple with her own guilt and broken heart. Will she ever be able to bring King William to justice? Or will she be consumed by her own grief?

When Charm discovers her sister Clara's shocking death, she's driven to unravel the mystery. As she digs deeper, she suspects murder, but the truth is elusive. Three men emerge as suspects, but they're wealthy, influential, and ruthless. Undaunted, Charm devises a daring plan to infiltrate their lives and expose the truth. Will she succeed, or will her quest for justice put her own life at risk?

I was about to kill my mother's murderer…until he almost killed me first. As the daughter of a respected policeman, justice burned in my blood. I watched my mother die at the hands of a Mafia Lord. And I swore to make him pay. But when I confronted Don Theron, I didn't expect to be wrapped up in his arms, his grip choking life out of me. “Say your last prayers, princess,” he growls, tightening his grip like the devil he was. I struggled, I gasped for air, my heart raced but there was no saving from this doom. I thought I was done for. But then he let me go. But my freedom wasn't a gift, it came with a heavy price–a gruesome curse. In a twisted deal with my father, the man who murdered my mother became my husband. Now, every morning I wake up beside a monster who's cloaked in charm, secrets and control. My soul still burns for vengeance, his soul thrives on possession. And with every day that passes by, I wonder… Will I ever make it out of here alive?

William Kelly, a former Combat Marine, and a Corporal at the six-three precinct of the Heights Police has his world turned upside down when he answers a radio call of a multiple homicide at the East Coast Green Herbal Shop. The "Heights," well known for its persecution and execution of witches for almost four centuries is the backdrop of the wickedness he is about to encounter. A legacy in the Heights Police, his family has served in the precinct from its inception just after the Civil War. His bloodline's haunting history is soon revealed as he combats an evil that he doesn't believe in nor comprehend. He finds that a witch's coven is secretly operating out of a storefront in town. This coven, lead by Casper Crowningshield, are perpetrating rival gangs to war so that they can take over the drug trade. Kelly's hard nose Marine Corps approach and a quest for justice, leads him into a world of death, retribution, vengeance, and great pain. Warned by his fiancé and his best friend, Kelly ignores them and pushes on for the truth. Putting his job on the line, Kelly leaps in to solve a four-hundred-year-old mystery of a missing witch, a coven's witches bottle, and a story of wickedness that has plagued the town forever.

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." He added, his eyes fixed on her and Anita rolled her eyes, why was he talking too much? Was he always like this?  "Don't feel so good about yourself Alexander; I didn't. I was only trying to make a baby." She snapped.   "But yet you forgot your pants." Alexander teased her again, and her mouth opened, then closed.  —---- Amid her beautiful face and rising fame, Anita harbors a secret mission–to save her child. The world may think she was in Los Angeles to cement her acting career but deep down, she had just one objective and aim. She needed to save her son, who suffers from blood cancer.  For that, Anita would need to go back to her worst nightmares. She was willing to go to great lengths to achieve this goal, including getting pregnant with Alexander's child and involving herself with her step-sister who regards Anita as a competitor. Even if it means stealing Alexander's sperm! Alexander was informed of the stolen sperm and after much investigation found out that Anita's son was a result of the one night many years ago. Alexander wasn't ready to let go. He wanted them as his family but Anita wanted no relationship. Anita also seeks justice and wants to reveal the truth about the events that transpired between her and Alexander in the past. She aims to regain control over her life and overcome the challenges thrown her way.

Sylvie was willing to risk everything. She knew that the craziest thing she had done was to love Lucas Wright, the man who deceived her and disappeared from her life after his pack attacked her pack and killed her father. Years passed and Sylvie had learned to close her heart to any men. But then Ray Howard came into the picture and captured her cold and distant heart. As she investigated the incident seventeen years ago, Ray extended a hand to her and promised he would help her bring justice to what happened to her former pack. Would his patience, presence, and kindness become a way to thaw her frozen heart? What would happen if Lucas Wright returned to her life and found out he had a son with Sylvie and She hid the child from him for several years? Would Lucas help Sylvie get the justice she had been seeking for the innocent lives lost in that incident? And who would Sylvie choose? Ray, who had been by her side almost lost everything after he chose her, defying his parent’s orders. Or Lucas, who came back to redeem himself after he betrayed Sylvie and their child?

The stepfather's gaze has recently become increasingly spine-chilling, like the sticky tentacles of an octopus clinging to me. Stan Wallace appeared like a hero, saving my life and giving me a sense of security, as if I had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. I relied on Stan Wallace, taking advantage of his sense of justice and kindness, hiding under his not-so-robust wings time and time again, barely surviving.