The Verdict Book Novels & Stories

"What did you say?" "Oh, that case got solved ages ago," the clerk said, oblivious to my father's reaction. "Turned out to be some butcher's son from the west side. Ran off with a maid he was sweet on, and the maid's old master killed him for the money they'd stolen. Dumped him in a well. Had nothing to do with your family. You were so torn up at the time, we didn't want to bother you with the details." I watched my father's body sway violently, like he'd been struck by an invisible thunderbolt. He stood frozen, papers slipping from his hands and scattering across the floor.

I had to think it through because I could easily destroy the fragile trust I had managed to gain with just a single wrong sentence. Taking a deep breath to steady my breath, I smiled. "I guess you're right. Some people get to live undeserving long lives, while others" a lone tear rolled down my cheek. "lives are cut short by fellow human beings..." my voice trailed off, letting the silence speak volumes. I watched as Mr. Fernandez opened his mouth to say something but ended up closing it back. It was obvious that my statement had made him uncomfortable. Why? Because he was quilty. A murderer through and through.

I cleared it both in my mind and on my face when I remember about his deeds, no the one who is now is real, the one with me in past is a lie, my life is full of lies. I know what to do when he have headache severely, I know he is not lying because the stress on his face clearly shows he is in pain, I turned in a flip to make his favourite blueberry pancakes, but due to my clumsy nature I just dropped the small book stand consists of books I like to read during nights when I sleep. I will change them everytime from our library after reading all the books in the stand, I arranged them on there perfect places based on genre like I always do, while keeping them, I got a glance on my mother's rec

Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home. We awaken by asking the right questions. We awaken when we see knowledge being spread that goes against our own personal experiences. We awaken when we see popular opinion being wrong but accepted as being right, and what is right being pushed as being wrong. We awaken by seeking answers in corners that are not popular. And we awaken by turning on the light inside when everything outside feels dark. I opened my eyes and saw Jaden walking in the room and placing the food on a small table next to me.

"Are they?" --- **The Verdict** The jury's verdict is a blade-a shard of collapsing star matter. ***Guilty,*** the judge declares. ***Sentence: Unstitching.*** The Apostle steps forward, hands morphing into scalpels made of paradoxes. "Don't worry. I'll make you a better god." The storm-gun won't fire here. The static's muted. The Hunter phases in front of me, roots lashing. ***Run.*** The Apostle sighs. "You always choose the tragic ending."

The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

Cynthia, her eyes glistening with compassion, added, "Our verdict is not a dismissal of the allegations but a recognition that the evidence presented did not meet the threshold of guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. In this kingdom, justice is not just about punishment; it is about ensuring that the innocent are not wrongly condemned." The announcement of the verdict was met with a mixture of emotions – relief, applause, and even some lingering doubt. Roberick and Cynthia's commitment to justice had prevailed, and their wisdom and compassion had guided them to a verdict that honored the principles on which Avondale stood. Lord Aric, a man of honor, expressed his gratitude for the rulers' fairne

“Things are gonna change again, aren’t they?” “Yes,” I say and open the doors. The hall is quiet. Right now, no one dares to speak. It is a heavy matter judging an Alpha, knowing his future, even his life, is in your hands. The tribunal leaves a silent vote, so no one will know how each wolf voted, writing their verdict on a slip of paper. The king is currently looking at the two piles of paper, one noticeably bigger than the other. “The verdict is guilty,” he says before we can sit down.

"You broke Lorelei's arm, so I'm cutting you three times. It won't kill you, but it's the price you'll pay for your cruelty!" Those were the last words he spoke to me before he slammed the basement door shut. I had always known Ryan was cold, but I never imagined he could be so heartless. The sharp pain in my arm was immediate. I could feel the blood slowly oozing from the wounds, dripping to the floor. But Ryan didn't know one crucial thing—since birth, I'd suffered from a blood-clotting disorder. Those three cuts were more than enough to kill me. The basement was pitch black, with no sliver of light, and the endless darkness swallowed me whole. It felt as though a thousand sharp blades wer

"The defense wants you to doubt me because of my name. But I'm asking you to trust the evidence. Trust the testimony. Trust that fifteen people don't coordinate lies. They tell the truth. And the truth is: these defendants are guilty." I sat down. Hands shaking. Katherine leaned over. "That was incredible." "I just told the truth." "Exactly." The jury deliberated for six hours. Came back with a verdict. Guilty. All fifteen defendants. All counts. The courtroom erupted. Victims hugging each other. Hugging me. "Thank you," one woman said. "You gave me justice." "You gave yourself justice. I just helped." After the verdict, I called my parents. Both on the line.