Who Said The End Justifies The Means Novels & Stories

“You know everybody thinks their ideas are right. That's why the people you call terrorists call themselves freedom fighters. The fundamentalists think they are right, the capitalist think they are right, the communist think they are right, even Jace Norman thinks he's right. And no one will ever convince anyone of anything. And all these honourable men, lecturing the world from the floors of congresses and parliaments. Whose time has long since passed, refuse to admit, publicly at least, ideas don't determine who's right. Power determines who's right. He paused before walking slowly towards Jace, stopping at arms length as he continued. “And I have the power, so I am right.” “The strongest

"He was silent for a long time before finally saying, 'When faced with absolute power, loyalty means nothing. Survival is all that matters.'" "It was only then that I understood…" My voice paused, then continued, heavy with despair. "From the very beginning, I was the only fool."

“You sound just like him.” I flinched. “Like who?” “David.” The mention of his name sent a shiver through me, but I made a strong effort to hold my ground. “That’s not fair.” Maxwell burst into a bitter laugh. “Isn’t it? He rationalized everything he did by believing it was justified. That it was in service of the greater good.” I clenched my fists. “This isn’t the same.”

he said. The End (for now).

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

Just purpose. **The End.**

“I mean, they kill people for the thrill of it.” “No. The thrill is just a byproduct. They don’t kill because they enjoy watching people die. They kill because they’ve convinced themselves that the outcome justifies the cost.” “That doesn’t make it any better.” “I know.” He lets out a tired sigh, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “But enough about that. Let’s talk about something else.” “Like what?” He leans forward slightly, letting his finger trail lightly up and down my bare arm.

When he did, his voice carried a weight I had never heard before. “Because I wasn’t proud of it.” That answer felt painfully honest. Kessler watched me carefully. “You see the problem now.” “What problem?” “Dominic Ardenthal believes the ends justify the means.” Dominic’s voice hardened. “That’s not true.” “No?” “You approved the operation.” “Yes.” “But you designed it.” The tension between them was palpable. Two men who clearly knew each other far too well. I lifted my head slowly. “So that’s why you left intelligence.”

"Because at the end of the day, the truth doesn’t just set us free—it defines who we are." Nova stood, signaling the end of the session. “Thank you all for coming,” she said, her voice ringing with resolve. “I hope today has shed some light on the truth. As we move forward, I trust that justice will prevail.” With that, she stepped away from the microphone, ignoring the barrage of shouted questions that followed.

Aldridge tapped his fingers against the armrest as he tried searching for the word in his brain. "Ah yes, "He snapped his fingers as soon as he remembered the words. "Enormous cock. He simply had to go through what he wanted to give someone. At least, he should have some real taste of what he desired." Aldridge chuckled. "I can't believe that I'm hearing this from you," "It's justice, Iza. Stop acting like the king killed a person." "Justice? When did justice start being a measurement for us? Justice? Can you even listen to yourself? Aldridge, you don't even know what it means to seek justice." He rebuked him.