Justice League Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and his jaw was tight with barely controlled rage. "If I catch that son of a bitch blackmailer, I will squeeze the life out of him and throw him into the deepest dungeon I can find," Liam swore, his voice vibrating with fury. Jackson sat in the room's single chair, watching his lover burn with anger and frustration. His own face was calm, but his eyes carried the exhaustion of a soldier who had fought too many battles in one day. "We both knew it was risky from the beginning," Jackson said quietly. "We tried our plan with the fake documents, and it didn't work. Now we're dealing with the consequences."

His thoughts drifted to Trina, to the way her smile haunted him, the brush of her fingers lingering on his skin, and the dangerous thrill that accompanied each stolen glance between them. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft groan. The truth was gnawing at him: Michael had betrayed their family, hidden debts lingered, and the journal left by his late brother seemed to whisper that justice was overdue. Every instinct in Nickey screamed for reckoning, yet desire—Trina—pulled him in directions he had no right to go.

“Both of them?” “Yeah.” I tried to laugh, but it didn’t sound real. “My fiancé and my father. Nice family moment, right?” Connor’s face changed. He looked protective. He reached over and squeezed my knee. “You walked out? Told them off?” “I did,” I said, lifting my chin. “I wired Marcus back every dollar he spent on me. Half a million. Then I took off the Luna ring and told Tyler he could be with his new soulmate.”

I need to get my shit together before I lose everything. And I have to start with Liam. *** Liam I’ve honestly never had as much fun as I had today while skipping school. If word gets back to my mom about me cutting, I’ll probably get a lecture, but that doesn’t matter to me right now. Jason and I were alone in the woods, sitting in the bed of his truck and just chilling. I don’t remember ever laughing as much as I did today, and it honestly was the best feeling ever. “I still can’t believe I said that to Asher. The guy practically had steam coming out of his ears when I accused him of being jealous; can you fucking believe it?” Jason says, laughing at the memory.

Jack looked back at me. "You will really choose to be stubborn with me?" "Jeoff, Jude doesn't deserve to be hurt like this! Please. Let him go. I know what's my fault" You are just really trying to protectvtbe contract of this game. Just wait until our contract was done! I will be totally free from you! But he just pulled me and I got no choice but to turn my back to Jude who is being beaten by his men. (Dex POV)

“So? You have no escape from me and I'm just going to bug you until you tell me what's up. What has you being so awkward with me?” I watched as his grip on the wheel tightened and his knuckles went white. “I really think we should wait and talk with Leon. I don't want to mess anything up.” He finally replied. “Liam, I've been beaten, had attempted kidnappings, more than once, attacked by wolves also more than once. What is more messed up?” I laughed but it was cut short by Liam's next words. “I think you are my mate too Juvia.” The car fell silent as I just looked at him and he just kept his eyes on the road.

“And your loverboy is having his first dance with his wife.” “He is ignoring me for that bloody bitch.” Lia said in a high pitch. “What’s the point of shouting now? It was you who planted the idea of contract marriage in his mind. You don’t know what kind of stupidity you have done!!” Jennifer spat and ended the call. Lia looked at the blank screen and then threw her phone on the bed. “You are gonna pay for this, Mishka.” ***

It was wrong on many, many levels. She stepped away and looked at him. Justice was tall like Liam but not as muscular or lean. His brown hair was longer, his blue eyes lighter. Liam was a sexy version of the devil come to life. He played every hand close and gave nothing away. Justice was open and friendly. He assumed the world liked him—and most of the time it did. Which didn't matter, she told herself. There was no need for comparisons. She had a relationship with Justice and she had nothing with Liam.

But as he looked at the raw, unvarnished truth written across Jaxson’s bruised face, he knew the lie was gone. "I can't," Liam whispered, his fingers tightening so hard into Jaxson's jersey that the fabric strained. He let his head fall back against the concrete, his blue eyes dark with a chaotic, self-made survivor's surrender. "I can't check the ledger anymore, Jaxson. Don't go back to your side of the room." Jaxson let out a low, ragged breath—a sound of pure, unhinged victory—and buried his face into the crook of Liam’s neck, his mouth pressing a hard, burning kiss against the sensitive skin right above the black athletic tape.