Justice League Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It seemed that Jackson would turn against Lucas Gomez for Serenity, which was beyond her expectation. Lucas and Jackson were friends, and the Gomez family had business dealings with the Valor family. While Serenity was working on the set, Jackson had deliberately embarrassed Lucas' new girlfriend in Lucas' presence and made sure to teach her a lesson. Jenny had cautiously avoided Serenity after that incident, but she never expected her parents to do such a thing to Serenity. Zeke's younger sister, Joy Shaw, was still limping on one leg because of Serenity. Thinking of that, Jenny panicked.

The fear of Wednesday night was still waiting for us in the dark, but I wasn't fighting the storm alone anymore. I slowly lifted my trembling, pale arms from his chest. Ignoring the sharp, stinging protest from my bruised spine, I slid my hands up his broad shoulders and wrapped them tightly around the back of his warm neck, pulling him down to seal our desperate alliance in the quiet room. Lucian wraps his arms around Orion's neck: "Don't let them take my jersey away, Orion."

As soon as she saw me come in, Jenna pointed at me with red, puffy eyes and accused, "Rylee, why are you trying to steal my mate?!" "I didn't! Lionel is my mate! I felt the mate bond!" I retorted loudly. "So, you're going to grab him away from me, aren't you? You’ve already stolen my scent, and now you want to steal my mate?!" Jenna screamed. She shook father's arms and turned to pout in a soft voice, "Dad, don't let Ryless take Lionel away from me, please... I love him so much!" Father hesitated only a second before he turned to me and said with a straight face, "Rylee, give up on Lionel. You can wait for your second chance."

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.”

“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.

Judgment clung to the air, thick and unrelenting, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. They despised me. Every single one of them. Not because of who I was, but because I was the one who became Luna. Because they had already decided that I was unworthy. Because they had chosen to believe the lies. The weight of their judgment pressed down on me, each stare like a dagger to my chest. They didn’t know the truth—had no idea how it all happened, yet their disdain was undeniable. Logan had been my savior that night, pulling me away from a drunken predator at the party. At that moment, something shifted. Gratitude turned into something deeper, something I hadn’t expected, love.

"Do like watching how I own this delicate body, Alpha?" "You know I do, Beta. I want to see you savagely fuck her as she begs for you to stop." "You're a mashocasist." "I'm a beast!" Liam proudly claimed. "A beautiful fucking beast." My hand slid over his abs as my other continued massaging Riley's breast. How didn't he see that this was perfect? The three of us belonged together. Riley was our rightful Luna and would give us many more children. "Hmm, Jax, that feels good." Liam muttered as I started working his dick.