While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

“About Leon. About tonight. About everything.” His thumb brushed her knuckles. “We’re close. You’ll get your justice.” Justice. The word coiled in her chest. She had dreamed of it for years but never dared imagine she would stand on the edge of it. The SUV rolled to a stop. The door swung open. A crush of noise surged inside. Jessica stepped out first, the cameras exploding in bursts of light. Her lips curved into a practiced smile; her chin lifted. She felt William’s palm settle on the small of her back, steady but not possessive.

I wanted to scream at them,justice didn’t give me my body back. Justice didn’t stop me from flinching when doors closed too loudly. Justice didn’t silence the voice in my head that asked what I could’ve done differently. Justice didn’t teach me how to sleep again. Nights were the worst. My body didn’t trust me to rest. It felt like if I relaxed too much, something terrible would happen—like I needed to stay alert or risk being caught off guard again. Sometimes I woke up gasping, heart racing, hands shaking like I’d been running.

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

Moon stated. “We all do.” Justice ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. “It seems we have a bit more patience to learn. Our enemies are cunning but we’ll never give up. We’re done here. Meeting adjourned.” Moon hesitated. “That’s it? You aren’t going to confine me to my house or lecture me?” Justice resumed his seat. “Do you want me to?” “No. I’d like to return to Medical and speak with Joy.”

"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.

“If you’d asked me this question six months ago, when I had just been released, I might have hesitated. But now, I wouldn’t. I will continue to practice law. No matter what lies ahead, fortune or disaster, I am determined to stay on this path.” One of the reporters quickly followed up. “Ms. Cullen, could you share what changed your mind and gave you the confidence to move forward?” Yara’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Because someone once told me that fairness and justice are sacred and inviolable, and I believe him.” The reporters continued shouting questions, but Yara said no more. She bent down and got into the car. The vehicle pulled away smoothly, leaving the courthouse behind. The c

His tongue darts along mine and he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth as his fingers brush gently over my clit. I moan in resignation and frustration at my own weak resolve. Even if I still wanted to leave the room, I don’t think my jelly bones would support my retreat. Justice has made herself scarce since last night, until now. She huffs at Christian’s words. ‘He thinks he has been waiting a long time. When can we go for a run? I need to stretch my legs and meet my mates. We can’t hide away in here forever. There is too much to do.’ Justice grumbles impatiently in the back of my mind. She has been waiting patiently to meet Max and Caleb, I know this, and she hasn’t been free to run since t

He would not find a single crack. Aria had forgotten what real sleep felt like. Possibly since Elena had dragged her into the FBI’s web. Possibly since the name Isabella Moretti had become a cursed mantra that never stopped echoing. She’d fallen asleep on the safe house sofa, surrounded by monitors that never rested. Marcus had draped a blanket over her before he left. Sleep had become a battlefield anyway. Gunshots. Marble floors slicked with blood. None of it hers—it was Elena’s shadow bleeding into her dreams. She woke with her chest seized tight. Cold sweat. Heart slamming.