While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

Strauss’ assistant wriggled out of his arms, and began sprinting back up the street towards her boss. Giving a sigh, Jackson set off after her. This was really testing the limits of his luck. As he ran, he took in the surreal details ahead: not only was the bus on fire, but also several Sleepers—not that it seemed to be slowing them down in the slightest. They were still attacking their opponents, in some cases causing them to catch light as well. The sky was darkening, and the glow of all this gave the scene a strangely hellish appearance. The Sleepers were also all over the British jeep, like limpets on a rock, covering it entirely. And the car park was swarming with them, all the people w

"Nice slap. One slap for one life. It was worth it." "You're insane! Don't tell me… you arranged for Serena to do that too." "No, I didn't arrange their meeting," Joe argued. "I only had someone tell her when and where Finn would be, along with a reminder that this would be her last chance at justice for her son's case. "As for why she would drive up a mountain while her brakes were faulty, how is that any of my business? I'm not a mechanic." Yuna glared at him, her eyes bloodshot. "You're absolutely inhumane, Joe!"

His clothes were already plastered to him but he seemed oblivious as he released her to address Moon. “She has a calming effect on you.” Justice shrugged. “It wasn’t as if we could ask you nicely to work out until you dropped from exhaustion.” “I thought about killing her, damn it.” Moon didn’t even look at Joy. “This is the big cure? Melt me?” “You’re back to being you so don’t complain.” Justice reached up and pulled at his shirt. “It’s like standing in hell, isn’t it? I’m going to need a shower.” “Let me loose.”

I cannot deny that since my actions are screaming the fact. Well, I just really love my job and I dedicated my whole self for this. I did not study more than ten years in law school just to sit there and wait for the opponent to win the case. I'm competitive in everything. Justice must only serve the truth. And as a lawyer, I will make sure that justice would punish those who deserve.

She left the other half to give him if he needed it. I tiptoe into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. I don’t want the sound of the latch to wake Milo up. We all had a long night. He needs the rest. “What about you?” Justice asks. “What about me?” “When are you going to rest?” “Huh. I’ll rest when I’m dead or when Bronx takes over the pack. Whichever comes first, but at this rate, I may never get to rest.” “I’m proud of you, child. You’ve shown how strong you can be in the face of adversity.”

I whisper. Rowan nods once. “Get some sleep, Doc. If you can.” If I can. That’s the curse of it, sleep isn’t something you earn. It’s something your body grants you, and trauma turns it stingy. Near two in the morning, the house finally quiets into its uneasy truce. Liberty falls asleep with Rowan nearby, a protective shadow curled in the armchair. Jace sprawls on the floor like a dropped jacket, exhaustion winning. Kellan stands at the kitchen counter reviewing something with Miles in low voices, legal steps, evidence handling, camera replacements.

He stepped onto the mortuary gurney without a hint of shame, then spat on the body. "Exactly. If the dead thing couldn't stay alive, that's on him. I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you being so petty, Nathan?" Fury surged through me. I tried to stop him, but Vivian stepped in front of me and said impatiently, "Julian and his brother are only telling the truth. The man's already dead. There's no need to drag this to court." I looked at Vivian and suddenly felt as if I didn't know her at all.

They never forgave it. As morning fully claimed the sky, the mansion stirred back to life. Guards rotated shifts with military precision. Lawyers sent encrypted confirmations. Servers hummed as secured files uploaded, data moving like blood through veins. Justice did not arrive with drama—it advanced like a machine, slow, relentless, impossible to stop once engaged. Sophia stood at her bedroom window again, watching the sun climb higher. Light spilled across the grounds, indifferent to secrets and sins alike. This wasn’t the end. It was the breath before the plunge.

Ashton asked, glancing at his secretary. "Four weeks, sir." "See?! Four weeks! Four motherfucking weeks! You're hiding, you bastard!" Ashton was enraged. He pointed the gun even closer to the old man when he saw the tiny droplets of tears forming on the corner of the old man's eyes. You surely don't want to mess with Ashton Santocildez. You wouldn't dare.

His and Ainsley's vile texts were his permanent stain. From his box, he screamed at me, "Brenda, you heartless bitch! After all we had, you're ruining me?" I looked at him calmly. "You brought this on yourself." As he was dragged away, he kept cursing at me. Julie tried rushing him but was stopped by bailiffs, collapsing and crying hysterically. Outside, Jonas extended his hand. "Congrats, Brenda. Justice is served." I shook his hand. "Justice prevailed." Life settled back to normal. I threw myself into work, earning a promotion to Deputy Chief Prosecutor for my stellar performance. I handled complex cases, delivering justice for many. My name became a respected hallmark in the city's legal