The Justice Novels & Stories

Jane I blinked, trying to process his words but I couldn't make sense of it. My heartbeat escalated, "I don't understand." This was his chance to laugh and play it off and say it was nothing but a joke but he wore that smile again, the one where you coild tell that there was definitely something wrong.

I had seen it once in his feed before he deleted it. He had lost in court, so he waited here. My teeth ground together until they ached. "Fine. If you show no mercy, do not blame me for returning the favor." I pulled out my phone and dialed a familiar number. "Jackson, release everything that's left," I said coldly. "No holding back. I want him ruined." I ended the call. The operating room door opened. The doctor removed his mask and shook his head. "Has the payment been made? If not, it's really too late."

he whispered. Tera nodded faintly, her gaze steady. “And not his first,” Jay added under his breath, his fists tightening. Zoey didn’t look back. She took another small step forward. Her eyes stayed on the man. “Whether she is innocent or not… you know,” she said slowly. Her voice softened, but her words held weight. “Justice will always prevail.” The word hung in the air. Justice. The man’s expression changed instantly. His eyes widened slightly. Then narrowed.

It’s about justice. And I’m going to make sure Megra gets exactly what she deserves.

He turned to me, "Baby, is there a problem?" My face filled with heat at his words. Baby? Are you kidding me? Though I do like the way it sounds when he says it. His arm slipped around my waist as he waited for my response. "Umm, I was just trying to explain to him why I need today off..." my voice cracked with emotion, "But he didn't want to listen." "That's not true," Trey stuttered, "Don't lie. I was listening." Niko raised his hand, effectively shutting Trey up, "So here's the thing," he told him with a glare, "Justice will not be working today or any day for at least the next two weeks...maybe longer. Understand?"

“Then why? Do we look close to each other? No. So what’s your problem with me?” He snapped, her hands wrapping around my neck. But the grip was weak. That was supposed to be strangling? “I just hate you!” “Same,” I shot back, widening my eyes at her defiantly. “You’ve got no fear, do you!” “None at all. Maybe you don’t know, but I’ve got a nickname—Justitia. Because justice can’t be for one side only. If you think your little games will break me, then you’ll see soon enough.”

For everyone who deserves justice. Just… not today.

This wasn’t victory. It was justice. Hard-earned. Bloody. And necessary.

I truly thought her brain wasn't working. "Do I look that cheap to you? Do you think I'd be unmoved after what you did to my father? "Even narcissism has limits. Sign." Vivian disagreed and argued urgently, "You still appeared in court to seek justice for my father. That means you still love me." I stared at her hard. "You said it yourself. He was your father. I helped him because he deserved it. "Just like today's funeral. I came for him. Who would pay attention to you?

The future was stone, solid and real beneath my feet. A week later, I saw the final news report. I read it twice. Then I raised my hand and gave it a single upward claw. Justice is a patient hunter. It always catches its prey.