The Justice Novels & Stories

Lucio lit a cigar, exhaling with satisfaction, "Once the Della Vera deal is signed, she'll be useless. All the work she's done over the years will pave the way, just for you." The blood I spilled, the wounds I endured, the loyalty I gave. All of it was nothing but a sick joke. Hatred rose in me like a tide. I turned and left before I could hear more. They wanted the Della Vera contract? Perfect. I would make sure they learned that anyone who betrays me will never live long enough to regret it.

Judge . Justice took a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned the ashes of the cigarette lying on Kabir Dada's boot. A meaningful smile appeared on Kabir Dada's face ....Justice nodded in affirmation and Kabir dada turned back to his car. His cursory gaze fell on the Tanavash. ۔ "This girl is not your daughter." He pointed to the Tanavash and then sat in the car without hearing Justice's answer. The first man closed the car door and ran into the jeep. Mercedes jerked. Tanavash's eyes were fixed on the Mercedes. The number on his number plate was so weird that she immediately remembered K-302.

“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

I'd never taken it off. Now that it was here, the message couldn't be clearer. Wendy, already at her breaking point, kicked the ring, sending it skittering across the floor. "What is this piece of junk?" she snapped. "Just looking at it makes me sick!" Terence jolted out of his stupor and lunged in the direction the ring had skittered off. He refused to believe I'd be that ruthless, and that I'd abandon him over something so trivial.

Her experience referenced constantly. Truth, finally spoken, was changing everything. And somewhere in that truth, justice was slowly, imperfectly, but undeniably being served. Not perfect justice. But real justice. The kind built on survivor's voices. The kind that changes the world. One testimony at a time.

" Catherine asked. — Well, each team can only have four lawyers, as you both must know, we are one of the best in the city, we have the largest number of lawyers in various cases with enormous competence, which makes people come to us, they come here looking to solve an inheritance division issue and in the middle of the conversation we end up discovering a labor abuse and end up taking more than one case per client, our reputation is to solve all problems, even the problems that people think they don't have or think are not problems," she paused, pointing to a frosted black glass door with the classic figure of Têmis and the scales of justice engraved in white on one side of the door and th

He huffed a quiet, humorless laugh. “Nothing about him ever was.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, fingers dragging down hard. “I thought seeing him stripped of everything would fix something. Bring my parents back. Or at least make the loss smaller.” I shook my head slowly. “Justice doesn’t heal. It just stops the bleeding.” Ben nodded, staring at the ground. “I don’t know what to do with the rest.” “You live,” I said. “And you let it matter.”

Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next. Their laughter cut straight into me, sharp and merciless. All I felt was utter humiliation and pain. I sat alone outside the courthouse, consumed by a despair I had never known before. Weren't courts meant to stand for fairness and justice? Why had they become a sanctuary for the powerful? Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I wanted was justice. Why was it so impossibly hard? As I bent forward, the medals slipped from my pocket. They clattered against the stone steps before tumbling all the way down.

She said. "I would like to relax here instead of reading," Justice said and winked at Teal. Justice was a tall boy with not very bulky muscles. Teenage kids! His mature look killed the teenage part. Oh! They're a couple. So nice! I smiled and moved back holding the book. I didn't want to disturb them. Sandy hit Justice with a book on his back, "Dude, we're here to find the book. Hurry, we need to save the world." He said. He must be five feet eight inches tall, his chest and shoulders were broad, he seemed to be a gym lover.

It was about justice. And I wasn’t going to stop until I had it.