True Justice Novels & Stories

the world may have moved on from him but i havent. i close the laptop and sit there staring into the dark. justice isnt clean. It never is. i exposed the truth but even now the echoes of their lies linger soft persistent whispering through the silence. and i know deep down that some stains dont wash away with proof.

“That’s the only way you can get in. I can use my name to get us all in and then, you can do the rest, Jake.” Rachel said.“To me, it’s a smart idea.” Storm said. I smiled, glancing at Rachel.“Yes, it is. But... can you be trusted, Rachel?. I don’t like funny games and smart moves. Either you are in or, you are out, You decide.”She smiled. “And I don’t like being untrusted. Didn’t I agree to work for you, Jake?...” she leaned in, her eyes on my lips, “... you are the boss and I am the subordinate. As a subordinate, one has to be loyal to the one with the authority.

Julia shook her head as she stepped closer to me. “How could I? If I had trusted with all my heart, wouldn't I have died out of Helena’s betrayal. My inability to trust fully has made me survive until this day.” I answered. Julia had no combat abilities so it would have been easy taking care of her, however, who knows what they had modified in her? Did she take the substance as well?

He was grateful for the allies who had stepped forward, recognizing that their courage and commitment to the truth had strengthened the fight for justice. In the face of adversity, Alex felt empowered by the support of his allies. He knew that together, they could confront the forces of corruption and restore integrity to the political landscape. As they prepared to unveil their findings, Alex felt a sense of purpose and responsibility—a commitment to ensuring that the truth would prevail and that the principles of justice and democracy would guide their actions moving forward.

He obviously had forgotten about it. I whispered, "George had said, and I quote, 'If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly.' The law isn't perfect, but it's trying to get there. As an attorney, I wish to uphold justice for the victims instead of forcing people like George to take things into their own hands for justice."

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

Christabel replied and nudged Sarah who was lost in her thought. Together, they carried their boxes and followed Monica's Dad, it was then Christabel noticed the unobtrusive frame picture positioned on the wall leading to the hallway, she squinted her eyes and moved closer to the picture to have a clear view. It was the picture of Monica Dad wearing a judge attire. A smile was plastered on his face and his eyes were luminous. His name was inscribed at the far end of the picture. Johnson Micheal Matthias. That name surely rang a bell. What Christabel couldn't comprehend is where. Then, it finally dawned on her that Monica's Father is the prominent judge. The famous J.M.M. Popular like the Pan

It didn’t feel like justice. She had convicted many of several crimes before but had never bothered to ask for the true story. Her work ethics didn’t permit her to inquire for the truth but rather for only evidences that will help her win the case and convict the felon of the indicted crimes. B.J’s outburst in the courtroom however, had made her break this code of conduct that she had gone ahead to inquire from Lucile what truly happened and therefore realising that her ignorance had cost her a prejudicial conviction.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.