True Justice Novels & Stories

"I've realized that I can't allow fear or loyalty to blind me any longer. Justice must prevail, even when it's against my own blood." The sound of Margie’s agreement resonates through the phone, -["I'll stand by your side every step of the way. You're not alone in this."]- “Thank you,” I whisper. As I drop the call, I come by the window. My reflection is a silhouette against the sunlight. The truth is an affliction within me, raging against the facade that I’ve clung to for so long. The evidence is irrefutable, a damning proof to dad’s greed and corruption. It’s a revelation that could shatter the foundation of our lives, but I could no longer deny the inevitable collision between truth and

A scholarship student fakes a relationship with the school’s golden boy to secure her future only to realize the life she’s chasing might not be hers to claim, and the boy she used might be the one person she can’t afford to lose.

Nate nodded, and he penned the following line: "This is not merely a question of reclaiming a legacy. This is a fight for justice, for openness, and for the truth. I promise to fight tirelessly to lay bare every falsehood and to never allow any secret ever to go unexposed." I looked at him, "That is wonderful. But I think we need to say that I am not alone in this fight." Nate cut in, "I have good people, ex-insiders, and dedicated professionals with me who are dedicated to the truth. With them, we will hold the perpetrators to account."

Consequences finally matched intent. Jameson exhaled. “He nearly slipped away. But now the truth is set in stone.” “Not perfect,” Alina said quietly. “But precise. Irreversible. Undeniable.” Outside, the city carried on, oblivious. Inside, those who had fought quietly, Alina, Jameson, Sebastian, Paul, walked forward with more than victory: certainty. The truth was permanent. For Tessa Rowan. For Jonathan Hart. For all who had suffered in silence. Justice had been done. Truth restored.

He continued, “I’ve seen the world change, the media evolve, stories come and go. But there’s one thing I’ve always held onto, TRUTH. I believe in chasing it. Exposing it. No matter how uncomfortable or risky it gets. That’s why I'm here. Because someone has to ask the hard questions. Someone has to stand up for people who don’t have a voice.” I nearly choked on my drink. Truth? The voice for people? Disgust wracked me to my core. And yet, he kept going. “I am aware as you all are of the recent matters my name has sparked. It was thanks to people like you and your courage to help the innocent that justice is to be served for the sake of my family, Falloway Corporation and the public at large

And in its wake, something else remained. Truth. Justice. And the beginning of the end.

I really should probably try to remember their names. I really think we can trust them Liberty, look at how well they would look after a complete stranger. Maybe the things Kendrick said weren’t true. He is the one we can’t trust. Justice calmly reasons. She is so keen to just let them in. She could be right, or maybe they want something from Kendrick in exchange for returning me to him.

"Mr. Lancer, you really outdid yourself this time! That major telecom fraud ring you led the takedown on? The victims' families showed up at the bureau today with a banner of appreciation. They hung it right at the entrance!" His laughter boomed through the phone. "What does it say?" "Guardian of the People. Nemesis of Criminals." I smiled faintly and ended the call. Looking up at the bright surgical light, I muttered quietly, "You used regulations as weapons to hurt the innocent, but I enforce the law to protect the people." I closed my eyes and sat there quietly, guarding my daughter inside that operating room, and guarding the city I love.

Jireh declared. Jerson continued to take down the firewall in General's computer. He was currently taking down the hardest one, and it was the last security protection. “What I am saying is that it wasn't the rectitude that will decide what the truth is, but it is the court who will decide what will be considered as the truth. That's how justice works,” he said. Again, the six students got nothing to say for the second time. They knew exactly that they and their Professor were at the same age, but when it comes to something like this, it looks like Jerson was way decades older than them.

The familiar stench of the compound brought back years of painful memories, but this time, they were overshadowed by a burning sense of purpose. The team infiltrated a service entrance Anya had identified during her time as a slave. Kai, a master of disguise, slipped past the guards with forged credentials. Jax, his fingers flying across a custom-built interface, hacked into the security grid, creating a temporary window of opportunity. Anya, disguised and heart pounding, followed Kai, her stolen blade a cold reassurance against her thigh.