The End Does Not Justify The Mean Novels & Stories

That was a natural disaster, and your people made it worse when they withheld the compensation! "Then tell me, if he already knew about the situation, why did he sit by and do nothing? He waited for the villagers to continue to suffer until they couldn't stand it and revolted, and then he used that incident against me. He used others' misery as leverage; isn't that the same as kidnapping?" Nancy was appalled by Julian's irrational argument and decided to stop reasoning with him. Julian always believed the ends justify the means, and he would do what it takes to get what he wanted.

“I am very grateful for this, at least by being open-minded like this you can show the world that you are very mature. Sir, now we will fight against the cruelty of the world and we will see how they will really get their just reward. Right now Mia is in prison and no one can help her. Then soon the woman's father will also go to prison along with her brother, because after all this is the best thing and I am so very happy that this proves that we are all able to provide such very special protection.” “This is what is called the end, when the criminals have begun to lose with all their hatred and deviant behavior then they will get their just punishment. And hopefully the end of this story w

“But all I did was become the villain in your story.” Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. “You were everything to me, Atlas. And when you left, I stopped believing in promises.” The air thickened with emotion. And then her mother said, softly this time, “Maybe he didn’t mean to hurt you. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t.” Lily sat with Mia, watching the city blur into dusk. The coffee shop had closed early. She needed air. Needed space. “You okay?” Mia asked. “No,” Lily replied honestly. “But I’m breathing. That’s something.”

She was declared dead in the ambulance. Meanwhile, Luke was arrested for intentional assault resulting in death. We met each other again in the visitation room. He had lost significant weight in less than one month. A patch of his hair had turned gray. He stared at me with hollow eyes, no longer the proud man I once knew. The sight of me made his eyes light up with hope. His bony hands grabbed the bars. "Help me, Bianca. I didn't mean to kill her. That wasn't what I wanted. She attacked me first. I only fought back…"

"I don't approve of the actions, but I approve of the end result. And I guess that's all that matters." I nodded. "End justifies the means." And it was true. We didn't give our enemies second or third or fourth chances. They got one. And if they screwed it up...well, that was their fault. Not ours. Using a baby wipe, I removed the final traces of blood off my hands and face. I would need a good, long shower to get it out of my hair, but that was easily fixed at home as well. Zipping the crime scene suit around me, I nodded.

I would be a prisoner in my own life, carrying a child for a man who viewed my love as a transaction, who viewed my body as property. But if I didn't go... I thought of Toby’s shaking hands. I thought of the mother’s tears. I looked up at Endall. My eyes were dry. "I'm not going back to him," I said, my voice like steel. "I’d rather die." Endall let out a long breath, a sound of relief mixed with frustration. "Then we fight dirty," he said. "Because he thinks we have honor. He thinks we care about rules and protocol. He thinks he can squeeze us until we break."

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

“Sweetness, you really like killing things.” “I do not.” I protested. But the protest was all for not. Evander was right, if the crime warranted it, I did want to kill for it. “Ok, well maybe I do. If someone commits a crime that warrants killing, they should be killed. Then maybe, just maybe someone else will think twice about doing the wrong thing.”

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.