Injustice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With those parting words I strode the few steps to the door, and slammed it shut behind me. The anger coursing through my body was making me visibly shake. Jax was essentially getting away with everything. The fake image that he portrayed to the world worked for him. I was going to be the only one that walked away with scars, and nightmares. I had never been so disappointed with the justice system as I was today.

He looked young and she could guess he was not above 35, if he had even gotten that far. Jasmine placed her palms to support her head as if to keep it from falling off. She felt a burden she didn’t have. She sat on the floor trying to think. A tear fell off her eyes. “Fabian!” She muttered. Then she raised her head glaring at the man whom she knows nothing about, she asked him if it was her husband that had sent him. “Oh! I was paid a handsome amount. But I would have fucked you anyways. You are just too sexy, I had to be greedy and fuck you through the night”. The guy said. Jasmine placed her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She became hateful.

"Sometimes I wonder why I am so unlucky with men. When she was dating you, I felt like you were the best man on Earth and that's why I made sure that you became mine. Now that you are mine, I think I would prefer to be alone because you refuse to see ahead of you. You are limited by your sight. We didn't plan the first time; we have all the time in the world now, so why don't we make good use of it and see what could be achieved? I do not want to work a day in my life like you said. Yet I am working towards getting rid of my sister." Sometimes I wondered what level of hatred she had for Jasmine because this couldn't be ordinary. "what did Jasmine ever do to you? You forced yourself into my l

Everything hurt so much. Tears blurred my vision so I barely realized when I pushed past the door of my room and collapsed on the floor. All this…every last bit of what was happening was my fault. People were going to die in this war, and it would all be my fault. I’d wanted revenge, wanted to take down the very pack that had scorned and ridiculed me. But now, it was at the cost of so many lives. And it was still my fault. Did Lucian really have nothing to say? It wasn’t even his fault. What could he actually say? He was doing this because I was his Luna, his mate. But it didn’t change what was already true.

he adds. I see the torment in his eyes, and it pierces me. The shame inside me is unbearable. Ever since that day, sleep has abandoned me. Every night, I replay the moment I chose greed over loyalty, lies over truth. I ruined another man’s life, destroyed his happiness, and the weight of that decision has been a punishment all its own. Now, all I can do is hope that Jude finds his way back to Seline, that he reclaims the love he once had. Maybe then, his life can return to what it was before.

--- That evening, she wandered the common room. On the bookshelf, a worn journal caught her eye. Blank inside—except for one line penciled faintly in the corner: “If silence is survival, truth must be freedom.” She didn’t know why her fingers trembled. Or why the words felt like hers. --- In the city, Victoria met with the council alone. “I want to make a formal statement,” she said. The elders shifted uncomfortably. “I falsified medical documents five years ago. I obstructed justice. And I let an innocent woman be punished.”

I retrieved a handkerchief from my pocket and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding. "Even character and personality can be faked, can't they?" I countered. "It's just like how you've all always thought that I was a good person, but now, you all think I'm a monster. If you think about it the other way, don't you think Jasmine is capable of doing that too? "Also, I did not give any false testimonies. Jasmine clearly seduced Cedric first by tearing her clothes open, removing her underwear, and sitting in his lap. She may be young, but she has absolutely no shame!"

"How do you still have the nerve to come here? Jackson is severely injured because of you. There's barely a patch of good skin left on him, and he's in unbearable pain right now. If you're not here to apologize, leave." It was hard to believe that the same person who was now looking at me with hatred had only yesterday shyly handed me a pink love letter. She had whispered in my ear that she was into me. Jackson forced himself to stand up, pretending to be magnanimous and willing to forgive. "Kara, don't get mad at him. He probably didn't mean for any of this to happen. It rained yesterday, and the rooftop was slippery. It's understandable that he accidentally pushed me."

He stops moving completely, chest heaving like he's run a marathon. I don't know what to do with my hand, so I let it caress him, amazed when he jumps in my hand. "You don't know what you're dealing with there, Jus, but I'll allow it for now." As I memorize the tight, sticky skin, I realize I want to know. Not only this, but everything else. His taste. His preferences. And how it feels when he finishes inside me. Little Justice Walker is gone, and in her place is a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

"He is such a ruthless, cold-hearted man! What did I do wrong? I was to accept his rejection and I did it. What else did he expect me to do? If he hates me because I am just a weak human, he can let me go but... Huh! How do I get out of this prison?" * * * From a far distance, a group of girls chattering loudly could be heard. Among one of them questioned in a curious tone, "What did you say?" One of the girls looked at the other girl standing in front of her fearfully and answered, "We saw Alpha take that human girl in his arms and..." "And what?" "He... he headed to his room." Upon hearing the report from one of the girls who followed her behind all the time, Linda clenched her fists.