True Justice Novels & Stories

"Why couldn't you have permitted a tribunal? Because she would have been the only one speaking the truth?" "The truth," the Home Secretary tribunal, "is that she had been employed by the intelligence services for approximately ten years. Who did she think she was? What did she think she was doing? What material did she consider she was watching every day? Where would I be if every person working for MI6 or MI5 vision of truth could trump their duty to this country? We're in the heart of a war," he continued. "In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?"

For so long, she had believed that justice meant making people suffer the way she had suffered. Now she finally understood the difference. Revenge was about pain. Justice was about truth. And this time, she would let the law decide. Aria lifted her eyes toward the small window. “Mom…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I'll make sure they remember you.” She wiped away her tears. “Not because I destroy anyone.” A faint breath escaped her. “But because the truth will finally speak for you.” For the first time, Aria wasn't fighting to destroy someone.

he confirmed, his voice a thrum of certainty that vibrated through the air. I hesitated, the information about Professor Grant heavy on my tongue. It was a weight, a burden I had carried for a short yet too long of a time. Could I trust him? Could I entrust him with the evidence that could shatter lives? "Truth is a double-edged sword," I said finally, my heartbeat a frantic drum in my chest. "Once wielded, it cannot be taken back." "Nor should it be," Michael replied, his tone fervent. "Let justice be done."

Serena fought back with everything she had logic, empathy, passion but the momentum was against her. The older son sat rigid, jaw clenched, eyes flickering between hope and despair. Serena’s closing argument was both a plea and a roar. “Justice isn’t a game of assumptions. It’s a quest for truth, no matter how uncomfortable. If we convict an innocent man today, we betray that very ideal.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “I ask you all to look beyond fear. To seek what’s real. Because lives depend on it.” The room was silent. The judge’s gavel fell, signaling the end of the day’s session.

Everything was so bleak that Judge Malcolm reconsidered his involvement in Senator Gordon Crawford's trial. "Emily, you know this is a bit heavy for me—" The female prosecutor firmly cut off the senior judge's excuse, "All defendants are equal before Themis. We are servants of the law. If no one dares to split evil with a double-edged sword, how can truth be upheld, Your Honor Judge Malcom?" A sarcastic laugh escaped the senior judge's lips. He took a deep breath before responding to his young colleague's words, "Young blood full of passion for upholding the law in this beloved country. I understand your idealism, Emily—"

Of course, I was bundled up tightly. I asked him, "Am I dying soon, Kevin? The nurse told me I don't need to do chemotherapy anymore." Kevin held back his tears as he replied, "That's not it. You don't need to do chemotherapy anymore because you're recovering soon. Actually, there's another belief—that a person's soul doesn't truly die, but instead, it rests in the grave, along with their memories." I laughed. "You're really funny, Kevin. You're truly a perfect cemetery sales advisor with lines like that—even I was moved by such a romantic pitch."

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

I sighed and said, "I'm hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me this. I'm not scared of you; I feel stabbed in the back. I could never be mad at you, but to find out that you've all been lying to me all this time, it hurts, especially when I told you everything that's happened to me. That proved that I trusted you enough to tell you my deepest secrets." Silent tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls; I leaned back on the couch and wiped my tears away with my hands. "We're sorry," Vincent whispered, his voice low, yet the silence in the room was thick. I shook my head. "Don't you trust me?" I whispered, my voice cracking at the end. Their heads snapped towards me "Of course we do! We

"Justice will get any hours she so wishes. You will not allow anyone, including yourself, to talk about or disrespect her in any way. Understood?" He did his best to nod in agreement. No more words were needed, so I did what I did best...I made sure to drive the point home in a way that would be hard for him to forget. We can't have him forgetting, now, can we? I needed my money, and I needed Justice to be okay. Well, let's be honest, the $400 he owed me, the four hundred he really thought I wouldn't notice missing, was chump change as far as I was concerned. I didn't need it, but I also refused to let it go. He tried to rip me off. That's something I will never let slide. I don't care if it

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.