Injustice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“But if that isn’t possible, then better it isn’t yours.” He made a lot of sense, to me at least. Removing an injustice rarely led to an end to all injustices. Injustices always keep coming. You deal with one, another comes down the pipe. One DLC after another, even though you paid your sixty quid up front. And the next one could be aimed at you. In fact, if the current injustice actually prevented you from becoming a victim, if killing human children directly led to the priestesses not killing children of other species, it becomes a hard mission to recruit for, righteous or not.

And that reminds me. "What did you mean by it's my fault? I have done nothing wrong, if anything I'm the victim here." "And that's exactly why it's your fault. You still see yourself as Sophia Turner who was betrayed by her husband, not as Sophia who is happily married to her husband. You are making him grow wary of you thus pushing him away, do you understand me?" I turned my head to the side, too proud to admit that there might be a slim chance that Daisy was right and that I needed to get my head in the game.

This time, I would definitely not repeat the same mistake. Kamila completely lost it when she saw Terence standing there muttering to himself. "Bullshit! Look at my face! If her family really cut ties with her, would I look like this? "That witch is sneaky as hell! She didn't have the guts to show her face, so she sent a bunch of people threatening to call the cops and send me to jail. "Terence, you have to do something. I'm too old to end up rotting in a place like that!"

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?”

“what is this “ he inquired “how do you mean, my child” “oh please, come off it already” Nena replied “you daughter Lucile told me everything. How we just convicted the wrong person for a crime that someone else committed a long time ago. I understand your anguish as a father who failed to get justice for that crime but bringing me on a case like this with a fabricated and biased story, no way. Perjury is not my style” Mrs Johnson was now staring blankly at both Nena and her husband with her hands in her mouth, clearly bewildered from the outcome of the meeting. The pale look of disappointment for what they had done was evident on her face.

Indeed, Rayden still lives with his unrequited love in the land of the Eiffel Tower, alone after a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down, forcing him to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Love is not based on pity. It is a pure feeling that arises from the deepest part of the heart. When her conscience speaks, what she feels with Murat is something true. Without coercion, without pity. The relationship she has with Murat is based on mutual respect and devotion to one another. The Goddess of Justice would not tip the scales because she loved a criminal. The path to redemption for Rayden was available to him.

Her high pitched voice pierced into the atmosphere, “I’m an adult! One old enough to know what injustice looks like!” “Really?” The alpha asked inquisitively although his anger was palpable. “Tell me, what is Justice?” “Justice is doing the right thing. Not being unjust to a loyal person! How can Valerie’s parents serve so diligently even to the point of losing their lives yet….” Breaking down shortly in tears. “Yet, you want to demote her to being a mere omega. That’s unfair!” “So you were eavesdropping on my conversation?” “Dad, that’s not the point.”

Banish the tremble in Ruby's voice. He had pretended so long, he'd lost all comfort with love. But now, that spark would not be smothered. Jessi walked along the perimeter of the yard, watching him. She woke up by herself for the umpteenth time and heard the impact of fist on leather. "Steven," He did not relent tempo. "Steven!" He finally stopped, gasping, sweat dripping off his jaw. "What do you want?" "You're punching out on yourself," Jessi told her, crossing her arms. "You think punching out a bag is going to fix what you broke?"

And I've chosen to leave and you have to choose to Live. Love Julia. <-reply <<-reply all forwad-> ³ All rights reserved, Characters in this book are Fictional. A mind journey. i. Mature content. Prologue. I met a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old. Her cheeks stained by tears, her eyes were so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Each word was a scream for help. "I am great," she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright".I stopped bothering to ask.

Without justice I would never have gotten away from that place. The two Alphas have been sat beside me for hours. I daren’t look at them. Every time I do something inside me makes me want to make them happy, to answer their questions. I can’t give in, it will only make me weak, the more they know, the higher the chance of them sending me back. Kendrick doesn’t take kindly to people keeping his things from him. I accepted my fate when I refused him. Then Justice came forward and almost tore his arm off before he could finish his disgusting assault. Hearing his blood curdling scream was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I hope he is left disfigured and dysfunctional for the rest of