The Justice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“As we all know, in Red moon, Justice is the foundation of a fair society, ensuring that everyone is treated with respect and dignity. It's about holding ourselves and others accountable for our actions and making sure that everyone has the opportunity to thrive. Right?” “Yes Alpha,” they responded. I continued, “But injustice occurs when we allow fear, prejudice, or power to cloud our judgement. It can happen when we turn a blind eye to suffering or allow wrongdoing to go unchallenged.” “Also true,” they said, nodding in agreement.

I finished for him. He nodded. “He doesn’t have any feelings for her, though.” “And why do you think I would care about that?” Because I did. I sooo did. He chuckled. “Because you look like you’re about to strike her down with the death stare you’re giving her.” That would be a really cool power to have. “You know…” Justice leaned against the bar, tossing the rag over his shoulder and clasping his hands together. “We could test the theory.” “What theory?” I asked, intrigued.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

And in it—a small girl trembling, hiding inside her mother’s coat, as if the world had offered her nothing but a narrow wardrobe as a final fortress. “Because I should have saved her that night.” His voice barely made it out. “Her face haunts me every time I close my eyes. I loved her before I even understood what love was.” A beat. “If there’s any chance to atone—I’ll take it. Even if I have to burn everything down.” Silence pressed in thick. Even the night seemed to bow. “And now?” Marcus scoffed. “You want to be the knight who saves the princess?” “I want to give her the justice that can’t be bought. Not even by my father’s empire.” Dante held his gaze, raw

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.