While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

(Jane’s POV) I woke before the sun—no dreams, no alarm, just the kind of alertness that follows when something quietly comes undone. Chicago looked washed out through the hotel window, clouds hanging low over a skyline that never stopped moving, only shifting shape. I drank a glass of cold water and stood still, watching the city stir. A truck rolled down the avenue. One streetlight flickered, reluctant to give up. Everything moved slowly, deliberately, unbothered by attention. And that, somehow, felt honest.

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.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

"Because this storm... It's going to be a wild ride." He didn't respond, but the tension in his body eased almost imperceptibly. His thumb continued its steady caress, a silent acknowledgment of the battle that had just shifted. The primal urge still pulsed between us, a potent, undeniable current, but now it was tempered with a shared understanding, a silent truce brokered not by surrender, but by mutual recognition. The night was far from over, and the path ahead was uncertain, but as I stood there, locked in his gaze, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: this dance had just begun, and I, Justice, wasn't sure if I could survive this or not.