Is Raven In Young Justice

His name is Raven Morgan but known as RAVEN for short. Raven has a dark past that he hasn’t revealed to anyone and due to his past life, he decided to keep a low-key. But everything turned upside down when he got to College. One fateful day, on his way home after his last day in high school he was attacked and bitten by an unknown creature (find out in the story) and he collapsed afterwards and was rushed down to the hospital. Getting to the hospital he was treated and discharged that same day as they noticed the wound wasn’t severe which was quite rare to the medical personnel because the wound looked deep. Raven didn’t take the injury personal but he was still in shock at how a creature not humane attacked him that same. After that incident and no effect was made on him, he was diagnosed injury disease-free. Raven, was happy again. But on the latter day, his happiness vanished when he suddenly noticed an abnormal change in his body. RAVEN: “oh my G!!! What’s happening to me??” he asks no one in particular. His iris changes colour uncontrollably, his body figure too and at the end of all. He turned out to be an unimaginably handsome dude (human) to be precise. *** FAST-FORWARD *** Today being the first day in college, Raven had a lot to digest. Such of those are; his new body features which he was proud enough to have, his new uncontrollable powers and worst of all. His sudden Urge for DESIRES. . . THIS IS WHEN IT ALL BEGAN . . ……

I am forced to become the slave of a cruel, dark, and powerful dragon prince from the Raven clan. A misunderstanding pushed my already miserable life into hell. He used me, bullied me, and made me his slave. I cannot live like this, but he will never let me die either. His obsession with me is scary. My misery will make his day. But something changed, and so so did he. The intensity of his obsession increased. He is Raphael Raven. He is a prince. My name is Valarie and I am nobody. This is our story. A time when Dragons rule the world. A place where humans are deemed as silent spectators and have no say in anything. In that world and time, a dark prince is born, to make a place in history, and write his story in blood. "Please, don't " she begged him. "If you think that your innocent act would melt my heart, then you are mistaken. Now strip " Raphael growled, which made her jump with fright.

"Jika keadilan bisa dibeli, siapa yang akan melawannya?" Bagi Cassandra Sinclair, kebenaran bukan sekadar prinsip, melainkan obsesi yang membakar setiap langkahnya. Sebagai jurnalis investigasi, dia tak segan melanggar aturan demi membongkar sindikat hukum korup yang telah merenggut ayahnya bertahun-tahun lalu. Dengan keberanian dan kecerdasannya, Cassandra memasuki dunia yang penuh kebohongan dan bahaya, ditemani oleh Elias Rowe, sahabat masa kecil sekaligus seorang peretas jenius dari keluarga miliarder yang memiliki akses ke rahasia terdalam para elite. Di sisi lain, Alexander Carter, seorang pengacara idealis, percaya bahwa hukum adalah benteng terakhir keadilan. Namun, semakin banyak kasus yang ia tangani, semakin jelas baginya bahwa hukum bukan lagi tentang benar atau salah, tetapi tentang siapa yang memiliki kekuasaan lebih besar. Perlahan, ia mulai kehilangan keyakinannya terhadap sistem yang seharusnya ia bela. Ketika sebuah investigasi membawa Cassandra dan Alexander ke dalam pusaran konspirasi berbahaya, mereka dipaksa bekerja sama meskipun memiliki prinsip yang bertentangan—Cassandra yang percaya bahwa kebenaran harus diungkap dengan segala cara, dan Alexander yang tetap berusaha memperjuangkan hukum dengan caranya sendiri. Namun, musuh mereka bukanlah orang biasa. Drakos Moreau, seorang pebisnis yang menjalankan jaringan kriminal di balik layar, dan Lucian Graves, pengacara bayangan yang ahli memanipulasi hukum, hanya sebagian kecil dari ancaman yang mereka hadapi. Di balik semua ini, ada sosok yang lebih gelap dan lebih berbahaya—MR. PHANTOM, bayangan yang mengendalikan hukum, politik, dan kejahatan dengan satu gerakan halus. Saat kebenaran mulai terungkap, nyawa mereka dipertaruhkan. Siapa yang benar-benar bisa dipercaya? Siapa yang sebenarnya menarik tali di balik layar? Dan seberapa jauh mereka harus melangkah untuk melawan sistem yang telah lama bobrok?  Dalam dunia di mana keadilan bisa dibeli, hanya mereka yang berani melawan arus yang bisa bertahan. Tapi berapa harga yang harus dibayar?

BLURB Liana Hart never expected to wake up in 1438, inhabiting the body of a queen who tried to kill her husband. She never expected to meet the Raven King himself….handsome, commanding, and heartbreakingly human. And she certainly never expected to fall in love with him. Now, trapped in a world where betrayal is law and fate is ruthless, Liana must survive, protect the man she loves, and challenge the destiny that could destroy them both. History says he will be a tyrant. She refuses to let it happen.

After a full week of night shifts, I make a fatal mistake—injecting my son, Ricky Lambert, with phenobarbital, mistaking it for an antibiotic. The injection stops his breathing instantly, and the hospital soon declares him brain-dead. My husband, Terence Lambert, completely falls apart when he hears the news. The only thing that calms him is holding his nephew, Ryan Lambert, who looks so much like Ricky. So, I give up my transfer to Harborstone to Wendy Larson, my brother-in-law's wife. I even agree to adopt her son. Because of that mistake, I work hard and endure Terence's coldness day after day without a word of complaint. Ten years later, when Wendy returns home a success, that's when I accidentally overhear her speaking with Terence. "Back then, to help me get residency at Harborstone, you swapped the medicine and killed your own son. Do you really not regret it?" Terence sneers. "Of course not. I promised I'd help you rise above the rest. And I know Rosalie too well. If she knows there is a chance to go back to Harborstone, she'll fight you for it to the bitter end. "I have to use Ricky's death to trap her for good. It also gives me the perfect excuse to make her raise our son, so you can focus on your career without any burden." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I run out the door and accidentally fall into a raging river. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the very day the hospital declares Ricky dead.

“Wolfless and worthless, that is what you are, Valeria.” Worthless. Stupid. A waste of space. That is what they all called me. “You’ll be rejected. No male in his right mind will ever want you.” And they were right. My love story begins with rejection. Wolfless, I was born without a wolf soul. But I am more than that. My bloodline carries magic, and soon they will all learn how worthless I truly am. --- “Let me love you, Valeria.” “You can’t.” “Yes, I can and I will. You are mine now. Reject the idea all you want, you have no choice. I will love you.” “You're the one who rejected me.” Raphael’s hand clamps gently on my chin. “Don’t run from me again.” He doesn’t even acknowledge my words. “You should know better than to run from an Alpha.” “What do you want?” “I wanted to speak with you, but now…” His voice drops as he leans close, his nose brushing my ear. “Now I want you on your knees… taking me all in.” Shock floods me, but the image forms in my mind, and my knees weaken. My body doesn't hate the thought. I close my eyes, turn away, but when I dare look back, his gaze is raking down my body, slow and possessive. If I don’t escape, this man will own me. My hand rises, pressing against his chest. “You broke this. You shattered our bond. You don’t get to have me now. Someone else will.” I release him, pushing just enough to slip free of his grasp. As I walk away, his voice follows, low: “A mistake I will never make again. I’ll have you. I will win your heart, my beautiful mate.”

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

My grandfather is hit by a car, and his skull is shattered. I take the driver to court. That's when I find out my husband, Stuart Creed, who was supposedly abroad on a business trip, is suddenly at the hospital. He looks at me coldly and snaps, "Do you have any idea how important Maddy’s valedictorian announcement is? Her future can't be ruined by some car accident! Drop the case right now, or I'll cut off all your credit cards and have your grandfather kicked out of the VIP ward!" He slams the door and storms out. Before that, he snarls, "Come home when you agree. Until then, forget about calling yourself Mrs. Creed!" While I'm out desperately trying to gather money for my grandfather's surgery, a team of lawyers contacts me. Turns out the patent my grandfather once authorized to Creed Group has expired. And now, I'm the new legal owner.

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?" No matter how the reporters pressed, Yara kept her head down and pushed forward, forcing her way through the crowd. A black G-Wagon was parked by the roadside, where Westley Langston leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette. Beside him, Elena Cullen tugged at his arm. He turned, glancing toward the prison gates.