Tainted Justice Novels & Stories

Betrayal, deceit, and murder swirled together in a toxic cocktail, each ingredient fueling his determination for justice. With each new revelation, Thane's resolve hardened. He gathered evidence with meticulous care, building a case that would be impossible to ignore. The documents, witness statements, and circumstantial evidence all pointed to one inescapable conclusion: Raymond and Cecilia were guilty of Catherine's murder. As Thane worked tirelessly to construct his case, the shadows around him seemed to grow longer, as if darkness itself was coalescing into a tangible force. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in a resolute determination. Justice would be served, no

“I didn’t tear apart anything. I did the world a favor. Cleansed it, even, then I took out the ones no one else would touch. You think you understand what I did, but you never really looked. Not hard enough.” I flinched. My hands clenched tighter in my lap, fingernails digging into my skin. I could feel the anger crawling under my skin like wildfire, hot and fast, rushing toward my throat. Bile burned the back of it. But still… I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. Because if I started… I wasn’t sure I could stop. “I took care of the dirt,” he went on, voice rising slightly. “The kind of creatures that ruin this world. Weak ones. Contaminated ones. What I did wasn’t murder… it was justice.”

Execute an order coldly, or be the one who sentenced her without an ounce of remorse? Jonathan's justice was torture; physical, psychological, and inhuman... Stages he had given me in small doses, all gathered in an infinitely higher percentage. He didn't have bruises to give the excuse that he got into a fight. There were no abrasions from a car accident. Nothing that his family could explain when he was left, almost lifeless, and given to his own fate, in front of his father's company. No explanation other than a feud with a person as dangerous as he ever dared to be.

“Really? I don’t remember that. Geez, it doesn’t make anything feel better knowing he might have been a victim of a system failure. I mean, I’m glad he can’t do it again, but that’s like the worst outcome I can think of from his point of view.” “Tara, sometimes we can’t find a good outcome. At the end of the day, things just have to end one way or another. There’s no neat little bow tying thing up nice and neatly. Reality doesn’t work that way. I seriously doubt he was doing anything but pleasing himself at the expense of others. He may not have recognized you as a living, intelligent being. We’ll never know, and I’m not about to risk your freedom for someone like that. Sometimes justice isn

All the workers quickly ran out of the office except for Joyce, who remained on her desk. Penelope walked to her "What happened? Why is Liam being escorted out of here in cuffs?" she asked. "He was arrested," Joyce replied. "I know he was fucking arrested, but why?" Penelope yelled. "For trafficking and pimping models," she replied. "Ooh, and money laundry." Penelope's jaw dropped as she stared at the secretary. "Pimping?" she whispered. "Yes, like he pimped you to Mr. Ezra," she replied. "You fat pig!" Penelope lost it and picked up the files on the desk, throwing them at Joyce.

I began. I stood up, facing the judge and everyone present. Then, I laid out the full truth of my investigation. "Madison has a history of drunk driving. She's caused several accidents before. But she's always used Creed Group's influence to force settlements. And if that didn't work, she twisted the facts in court. "If I hadn't managed to uncover the real evidence this time, I probably wouldn't even have had the chance to tell the truth… just like all the others before me."

“do you feel relieved “ another Journalist of course interjected “do you feel Justice was finally served “ said yet another Journalist. “well, of course Justice was served” Nena quickly answered , obviously in attempt to remove attention from Lucile before she probably gets any more traumatised “my client here had been put through a lot and is in no current need or desire for your throbbing questions but if of course you were inquiring if the man who had put her in such miserable state has been put behind bars for his sexual misconduct. If you believe that is justice enough” Nena paused while she slowly began staring at all the camera lenses that were facing her as though she was actually se

His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be. His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension. Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday. Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

Mathews looked over the rim of his glasses. “Any provision for torture off the records?” Tyrell lowered his voice as he asked Ed. Ed shook his head as he directed his gaze at Mathews. Tyrell nodded his head in understanding. “Justice is indeed blind. Hence the scale is never balanced.” Tyrell muttered as he looked at Jack’s pathetic plight.

That’s what the symbols meant, and I wondered if I’d stumbled into an undiscovered temple of Dike, one of the goddesses of justice. But it didn’t quite fit... If it were her, it could be “Dicaeosyne”, not “Dikaios”. And while the newer meaning of the word meant something other today, the ancient meaning was something else entirely... “Justice!” But not the good, righteous kind. It was vengeance, retribution, and retaliation. It was satisfaction for blood spilled, a hunger for unclean souls. It was the hellfire to punish the murderer, the killer, the slaughterer. It was justice for innocent cries, innocent blood…