The Justice Novels & Stories

Cleo walked up to Justice with her hand stretched for a shake, “It’s an honor meeting you, Justice. How was your trip? You must be hungry. I will cook something for you.” Justice did not accept her handshake and looked at her suspiciously, “No. I will eat outside.” Cleo might look a little different from the Blades because of her blonde hair but Justice could not accept that she was dumb. For as long as he was concerned, Cleo was up to something. “She cooks very well,” Jim said, knowing that his brother liked good food but Justice disappointed him this time. He said in Spanish, “I don’t care.” He turned to Cleo and said in English, “Look, I don’t like you so don’t try to befriend me. I know

For justice. And she wouldn’t rest until it was done.

And justice didn’t bring peace. Only fire did.

Just a few days earlier, she had been smiling, saying she would wait for me to return from my business trip. My parents were devastated when they lost Elizabeth; they fainted from crying so many times. We filed charges against Byron, but his family was powerful and rich. They hired a lawyer to defend him, and Byron walked free. My parents heard the verdict and fainted on the spot. Within days, their hair turned white. I tried everything I could, but every attempt at justice disappeared without a trace. That was when I finally realized how impossible it was for ordinary people to fight power. The day I returned home, the house was dark. When I turned on the lights, I saw my parents lying in p

Just the hollow emptiness that had been living in his chest for months. "You killed him," Alex said slowly, "because he was trying to do the right thing." "I killed him because he was trying to do something impossible." The Don's voice was sharp now. "Justice is a story we tell ourselves to make the darkness bearable. There is no justice. There is only power. And the people who have it, and the people who don't." Alex's hand moved to his pocket. The chess piece was there, cold against his fingers. He pulled it out, held it up so the Don could see.

Why would he feel anything for me now? Their shouting only enraged the guards further. Disrespecting me meant disrespecting the entire Millers, and them as well. What should have taken only a few strikes was dragged out for a full half hour. Olivia tilted her head, her eyes fixed on me like a snake, as if she wanted to tear me apart. “Max, do you really think you’ve won?” “This is Harbor City, not some place where your Millers can do whatever they want. With just a handful of your people, how do you expect to stand against the entire Johnsons?

They bowed deeply to me, tears streaming down their faces, thanking me for ensuring the person who killed their daughter finally paid the price. I met their gratitude with a steady gaze. "You don't need to thank me. Uncovering the truth and ensuring justice is done is simply my duty as a judge." I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. 'Mom, after forty years, I have finally avenged you. And from this day forward, I will continue to uphold justice and stay true to the oath I made long ago.'

She was choosing justice. Without protection. Without retreat. With eyes open.

Justice growled as he followed Victor. There were too many people, too many fucking humans, and Justice hates them all. Victor brought him where he was working, some law firm shit as if Justice cares. These filthy humans disgust him. He wants to snarl at them, reach for one and snap their neck, he wants to run and shred everyone to pieces, he wants to murder each and every filthy human walking this alley and he wants to hear their screams as he kills them slo- “Stop growling.” Victor said, “And stop thinking about killing everyone in this building.” He chuckles, “What the hell kind of shit does Nicole teaches you, kids.”

“One last question. Why would Cyrus do that?” “I don’t know,” Justice said, sipping from the bag. “I don’t know! I don’t know, I swear!” he screeched as Declan twirled the sword under his nose. “I believe you.” Declan rose, and Aster let out a little sigh of relief. It was over. Then Declan swung the sword, and in a flash of silver and a short yelp, Justice’s head fell to the ground. She clapped her hand over her mouth before she could scream. Breathing heavily, Declan threw the sword to the floor. It landed with a loud clang, the sound echoing in the silence. “Get your wives. Leave tonight. Trust no one.”