While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

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…

Her eyes were heavy, but her mind was sharp. As she drifted off to sleep, one quiet prayer lingered in her thoughts, not for peace, not for forgiveness, but for a little more justice. “Let it drop more,” she whispered, her voice fading into the dark. “Let everything he built start to fall.” And for the first time in a long time, Leona fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Even now she is sure that Olivia's stomach has grown bigger because the baby is almost in its seventh month. Eden paused in front of Ciara's room when she heard Justice's faint whimper. "Nightmare," Eden muttered and immediately went into her daughter's room which was lit only by the light from the night lamp. In the middle of the large bed with the dominant pink color, Ciara was seen sleeping soundly facing Justice. But Justice did not look as restful as Ciara because the little girl continued to furrow her brows while letting out a small whimper from her small lips. Eden then walked over to the bed and tried to stroke Justice's head a few times to calm the little girl back down.

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

He fixed his eyes on her and let tears rush out. “Layla, I shouldn’t be doing this because Asher respects me a lot, but I can’t continue to watch injustice take over,” he released Layla’s hand and hit the left part of his chest, weakling. “Scary nightmare haunts me and gives me a sleepless night. The cries of dead souls don’t let me rest, and I can’t live my life till justice reigns.” Hearing President Mason’s last line, ‘Justice shall reign’, the reflection of how Ivory painted her bedroom wall with the words appeared in front of Layla, and she recalled a hundred sheets of papers she packed under Ivory’s bed with the same words on them.