Injustice Fanfic Novels & Stories

I suggested. " Love the plan, see you later this evening." she chuckled. " See you later Randa." I hung up and was actually looking forward to having some fun. In the Alpha's office Justice and Justin were in a heated argument. " My personal life does not concern you Justin, quit trying to interfere, know your role. You're my brother and my Beta, that's it you're not my father or the Moon Goddess, keep your opinions to yourself." Justice yelled veins bulging on his forehead.

It was like he wasn't ready for a change, as this wasn't the first time—nor the second—that she had caught him cheating. "I don't even know what to say anymore..." "I have an idea... you can make him jealous." "How?" "By making out with me," Justice suggested with a smirk. "What?! No. I can't do that. Even though he might be cheating, I can't do that to him." "Why not?" "I... I just don't have the heart to," she replied. "Come on... You don't have to pity him. Okay, let's get out of here." Justice took her hand and led her away.

It reminds me of Seven. "Seven loved making me chicken..." I say sadly. CJ is startled that I mentioned Seven then he frowns. "I'm going to get justice for Seven and May. That Romance guy or whatever his name is MUST pay for taking innocent lives." I brush off the topic when an immense feeling of guilt surges through me. I force a grin and lighten up the mood. "Let's make our orders now, don't you think?" French fries and spicy oily chicken is brought a few minutes later. I'm literally salivating as I stare at the chicken in front of me.

she asked me, and I shrugged. “I have no idea what you are talking about” I said, and she smiled. “I deserve that, is it obvious that Justice was my mate?” she asked me, and I shrugged. “Only to me, my father always told me that I have a really keen eye” I said as I sat down next to her. “Would you mind telling me what happened?” I asked her and she just shrugged. “There really isn’t much to tell. Justice rejected me the moment he realized that we were mates.

If she wanted, she would have asked him for justice, demanded money, would have mixed his respect in the mud by showing her bloated stomach just like many did to get him, but she did not even think about it. All in all, she just thought about him, his wishes, his life, his reputation and finally his will. Saw him as innocent in that case, because he gave her the medicines and it was her fault that she missed some of them. He surely did not know about that thing but… realizing the thing that she did not try to pounce upon his reputation, made him sad as well as happy, that at least there was one person in this fucked-up world who thought about him. That seemed enough. She thought about him —

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

I crashed into the room unceremoniously and snapped up whatever glass I could get. Then I slammed the drink down that bitch's head and smacked her right across the face. Then again, this time on the left. Then again, this time on the right. And I repeated the process. Christopher grabbed my hand and pulled me backward. Yvonne hid herself behind him, crying like she was the victim here. "What are you doing, Josephine? Did I do anything?"

When Terence faced the grim, intimidating group, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Only then did he finally believe I was playing for keeps. Amid the chaos, Wendy finally realized their whole scheme had blown up in their faces. Thinking back on everything she'd done sent a wave of panic through her. There had only been one transfer slot at the hospital. I had already taken it, which meant all her scheming to secure that spot had gone down the drain. Now that Kamila was under arrest, it was crystal clear that I had no intention of letting any of them off the hook.

I’ll never get how he can accept being treated as a personal punching bag, but I guess my upbringing with zero violence is a little different from theirs, with training from their Alpha and Beta fathers. He sighs and puts his arm up above my head, and pulls me in towards his chest. “I guess we’ll find out together in a few days, then,” he says, and kisses my temple. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I wasn’t sure if I was going crazy or not,” I say, and bite my lip a little, before looking up at him. “And, honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to trust you with it.” “I’m glad you trust me with it now, but I have to ask, would you have told me if Alexander didn’t want to tell Aiden?”

“Go on.” Her gaze lowered to his shirt, unable to look into the man’s eyes as she told him the rest of it. “He’d drugged Fury and had stretched him out, chained down on his stomach. He had started to do vile things to him. I attacked Jacob and he died.” Her voice broke. “Fury should be grateful for this.” Justice reached out and gripped her chin, forcing it up until she had to meet his gaze. “What are you not telling me? Why does he feel you did him wrong if you saved him from that fate?”