The Justice Novels & Stories

It contained only one sentence: "Justice hasn’t been served." I clenched my jaw. Was this about Louis Brook? Or was it a warning?

She’s watching me with that expression she wore as a kid when I helped her with homework. Proud and a little worried I might go off script. "But standing here today, watching my sister marry a man who'd move mountains to protect her. Seeing my nephew thrive in a family that chooses love over everything else..." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "Well, it turns out justice isn't just about courts and verdicts. Sometimes it's about finding your way back to the people who matter most." I raise my glass toward the head table. "To Emmeline and Asher. May your love be the kind of justice that heals instead of punishes. And to Jackson, who reminds us every day that hope is worth fighting for."

I said,gripping the end of the couch. "At least I agreed to pay for his surgery and I got his son a job in my factory." Danjuma whined. "So why are they still pushing in for this case?" Danjuma said, breaking the tumbler on the tiled floor. "Apparently, they are looking for justice which I know they will never get ,but his son knows better than to push it too far. I told him that we will stop the payment of his father's dues and he would be sacked. It's a simple do or don't situation. I know that they will make the right choice." I said laughing.

I hadn't thought about where Justice might be stationed or what her job was other than knowing she was Art's old flame and a very talented witch. "I'm Chief of Security," Justice smiled, "I work right here at the capitol when I'm not bailing Art out. Tell him I see him there. Whatever he thinks he's done wrong? He probably did. Don't let him off the hook for it either. He gets way too many free passes." "I'll keep that in mind," I laughed. I was glad they seemed to have managed to maintain a good relationship in spite of everything. "Enough! We will address her now," said a deep voice behind her.

His and Ainsley's vile texts were his permanent stain. From his box, he screamed at me, "Brenda, you heartless bitch! After all we had, you're ruining me?" I looked at him calmly. "You brought this on yourself." As he was dragged away, he kept cursing at me. Julie tried rushing him but was stopped by bailiffs, collapsing and crying hysterically. Outside, Jonas extended his hand. "Congrats, Brenda. Justice is served." I shook his hand. "Justice prevailed." Life settled back to normal. I threw myself into work, earning a promotion to Deputy Chief Prosecutor for my stellar performance. I handled complex cases, delivering justice for many. My name became a respected hallmark in the city's legal

I suggested. " Love the plan, see you later this evening." she chuckled. " See you later Randa." I hung up and was actually looking forward to having some fun. In the Alpha's office Justice and Justin were in a heated argument. " My personal life does not concern you Justin, quit trying to interfere, know your role. You're my brother and my Beta, that's it you're not my father or the Moon Goddess, keep your opinions to yourself." Justice yelled veins bulging on his forehead.

Ashton asked. "Yeah." Ashton smiled. "Have you stopped believing in justice?" "Justice?" Leon let out a cynical laugh. "It doesn't even exist!" "It does, actually. At least it will tonight." Ashton smiled wryly. "Ironic coming from me, seeing as I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue."

Justice tries to make a lighthearted joke. “My bra and underwear always match, Justice.” “Go back to your mate, Lenora.” She instructs, dropping the kind tone. “You insisted on knowing about his past and he told you. He says he hasn’t been with anyone since he found out you were mates. He has done nothing wrong. Don’t judge him for things he can’t change. He doesn’t admonish your past relationships.” I sigh heavily and look at the door. My lip pouts at the prospect of having to apologize. I hate that Justice is right.

To be used by a man until he grew tired of me and then be killed like some sick dog that had to be put down… No… I refused! “Help!” I screamed, voice ragged, but I was desperate! “Please! Help me!” He had to be there… The shadow from before… he had to help me! If he hadn’t been a figment of my imagination, he had to be somewhere out there, right? He said that I knew what he was, right? Justice! He was justice… If any of it was true, then he had to help me! If there was any justice in the world, what was about to happen to me was the greatest injustice.

Justice looked at the small bandage on his arm, the mark of his first act of true charity. He looked at Ava, his eyes filled with a complicated mix of love and resolve. "Ava," Justice said, his voice raspy but firm. "No." Ava flinched as if he had struck her. She pulled her hand back, her face pale. "I understand. You want your own life. You want" "No," Justice interrupted, reaching out to take her hand. "I’m saying no to the hiding. I’m saying no to running for the rest of our lives while they live in our houses and sleep in our beds."