While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

We hung up. Maya sobbed beside me, calling them heartless. I swallowed the bitterness and held her, comforting her until she finally fell asleep. Only then did I let myself rest. In my dream, I saw the beginning. Steven and I, just starting out. I was a top lawyer. He was a quiet rookie, thoughtful and sweet. He brought me lozenges after court. Waited to drive me home. One night, I was attacked. He saved me.

Another chapter in the story the public couldn't get enough of—the sister who rose from the ashes, the sister who burned in her own hatred. "I spent so long waiting for this," Camille said. "First with Victoria, planning our revenge. Then with the prosecutors, building the case. Now it's done, and I feel...nothing." Alexander reached for her hand. "Maybe that's progress." "How is feeling nothing progress?" "Because revenge consumes. Justice just is." The words stayed with Camille through the evening, through dinner at Alexander's penthouse where they spoke of other things, through the quiet hours before sleep. Justice just is.

John muttered. I bolted the door and sat on my desk. I opened my bag to look for something to read ,something to keep my brain cells awake. I stumbled on a book titled Contract law. I flipped a page open and another. My eyes grew heavy after some minutes of aggressive reading and I succumbed to the sleep that was beckoning on to me. *********** JAMES'S POV

“do you feel relieved “ another Journalist of course interjected “do you feel Justice was finally served “ said yet another Journalist. “well, of course Justice was served” Nena quickly answered , obviously in attempt to remove attention from Lucile before she probably gets any more traumatised “my client here had been put through a lot and is in no current need or desire for your throbbing questions but if of course you were inquiring if the man who had put her in such miserable state has been put behind bars for his sexual misconduct. If you believe that is justice enough” Nena paused while she slowly began staring at all the camera lenses that were facing her as though she was actually se

My voice cracked, anger and fear mixing, as I pounded on the door. Silence... The panic started crawling up my spine, the kind that makes your teeth chatter and your knees weak. He wasn’t answering. Lin and Hannah seemed to suddenly want a nap, their bodies slumped against the walls, a smile on their faces. My mind raced... What the hell was happening? * The second he closed the door behind the girls, the God of Justice let out a sigh of relief. It had been a serious pain in the ass to drag those two human girls along with them. Hell, if it hadn’t been for his Muse, he would have left them behind to die…

Half the cork ceiling tiles are missing, revealing the heavy layer of dust on the few tiles still remaining and opening out to show the large distance to the tin roof overhead. Alaska may have her weak moments, but her sense of justice is strong. If Jax can keep her alive with the promise of revenge, then he can only play on that for now. Jax holds her hand until she falls into a fitful sleep once again. Finally, he extricates himself from her grip, walking out and quietly shutting the door behind him. He collapses face first on the sofa, a big plume of dust erupting around him, but he couldn’t care less.

Could she trust this strange emotion? Determination rose within her, a tide pushing back the fear. Tonight, she wouldn't be just a nameless slave. Tonight, she was Anya, and she was going to take a chance. As the clock struck midnight, the oppressive silence of the sleeping Volkov compound settled in. Anya, cloaked in the darkness, navigated the maze of corridors, her senses on high alert. The faint glow of the device in her palm provided an unreliable compass, leading her deeper into the heart of the Volkov fortress. Each creak of the floorboards, each distant cough from a sleeping guard, sent a jolt of adrenaline through her.

“That’s why I’m going to make damn sure you get some sleep. We’re screwed without you. Sleep deep, my man.” He hung up. Justice closed his phone, gripped it in his fist and barely avoided crushing the thing. He stared down the hallway toward where Jessie slept. He’d never imagined wanting anything more than caring for his people and making sure they succeeded in merging with the world outside the testing facilities. One sexy, fiery redhead had changed his life. He wanted her but he doubted he could have both. He left his phone on the table in the hallway, closed her bedroom door and glanced

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.

For several seconds she simply stared at the ceiling. Disoriented. Then reality returned. The case. The documents. The acquisition. The legal arguments. Everything rushed back at once. She groaned softly and buried her face in a pillow. Sunday. At least it was Sunday. No court. No client meetings. No deadlines. At least not officially. Eventually she forced herself out of bed. Cold water splashed across her face. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was a mess. Dark circles lingered beneath her eyes.