While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

“Always.” And in the stillness that followed, with the weight of justice delivered and the man I once wronged safely beside me… I slept.

But he doesn’t move his arms, so I can’t get rid of it. “Let’s go inside, then.” I shake my head. “I like it here.” Jude quirks his brow at me. “Is this one of your fantasies?” Is it? “I mean, I’m all for hot outdoor sex, but not when Cole’s five feet away,” he says. “He’s sleeping,” I whisper. Kind of. “He won’t know.” Jude laughs and shakes his head, then stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. It feels like I’m seeing him for the first time.

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

The courthouse, the verdicts, the faces—all of it recedes, leaving only this moment, this quiet. Later, they sit together on the couch, knees touching, a single lamp casting warm light across the room. Julia absently traces the seam of Brandon’s sleeve, grounding herself in the texture. “I used to imagine justice as an arrival,” she says. “Like a destination. You get there and everything makes sense.” “And now?” “Now it feels more like… a crossing.” She looks up at him. “You don’t stop. You just move through.” He nods. “That’s usually how it works.”

Child-endangerers were despised, and the inmates spat derisively at her shadow. She'd rot behind bars for her twisted obsession and vicious schemes. It was not our concern; we never looked back. On a sunny weekend afternoon, Wesley zoomed toy trains across the living room while Chris clumsily stirred soup in the kitchen. I snuck behind, encircling his waist. He melted into the embrace, clasping my hand. "Soup's ready. Wesley wants train rides in the amusement park. Shall we go this afternoon?" "Yeah," I murmured, pressing my face to his back. The sun shone brightly outside. The nightmare was over, and happy days stretched ahead.

"He can't be distracted from his business negotiations in Euronia. Everything here has been settled. There's no reason to disturb him at work. When he comes back, I'll explain everything to him. He won't blame you for keeping this from him." Everyone at the company was convinced by me not to say a word. They even notified the colleagues who were with James on the business trip to keep quiet about it. James was a workaholic who did not follow entertainment news nor watch videos on social media. He would never find out about it if no one told him. On the day of the trial, I stood in court as the plaintiff. The lawyers stood next to me. My mother, Titus, and Boris glared hatefully at me while i

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Jace laughed dryly. "I don't think I'll sleep?. He switched on the television, and as he started looking through the channels, he came across the news reporting my death which was eerie for me to listen to, and I couldn't stop thinking about Sienna and if she had seen the news. I hoped she hadn't, but I worried that she had and about how she must be feeling thinking I'm dead. My only hope was that if she had heard it, that Bella would be with her.

We were sharing that single master bedroom. Standing alone in the quiet luxury of the penthouse, my heart began to hammer against my ribs. The blurred lines and the intense, dangerous physical games of the private jet weren't just a temporary lapse in his authority, they were going to continue for every single night of this trip. Trapped in the same intimate space, I was going to have to survive the dark, unpredictable whims of the Titan in his own bed, all while trying to keep my sanity intact for the investigation.

Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next. Their laughter cut straight into me, sharp and merciless. All I felt was utter humiliation and pain. I sat alone outside the courthouse, consumed by a despair I had never known before. Weren't courts meant to stand for fairness and justice? Why had they become a sanctuary for the powerful? Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I wanted was justice. Why was it so impossibly hard? As I bent forward, the medals slipped from my pocket. They clattered against the stone steps before tumbling all the way down.

At the guesthouse, Terence woke with Wendy naked in his arms. Ryan was asleep on the cot beside them, his face slick with drool. This was supposed to be the perfect life he'd always dreamed of, and yet, he couldn't shake the unease gnawing at his heart. He thought back to two days ago, when I had come to tell him Ricky was missing. He felt something had slipped beyond his control, teetering on the brink of collapse. Just then, the warm, soft body in his arms began to stir, her fingers idly tracing his skin. When he met her glistening, inviting gaze, desire flared hot inside him.