Percy Jackson Captured By The Justice League Fanfiction

He is the God of Justice. A God of Retribution and Vengeance. And he has waited centuries for blood to awaken him... Bound to him by a pact she doesn’t fully understand, Aliana becomes both his Master and his prisoner. He is ruthless, intoxicating, and impossibly beautiful… but he is no hero. He judges, he condemns, and he kills without hesitation. And now his hunger is fixed on her...

Aurora Scott’s life has never been fair. Born into poverty, burdened by a sick mother she couldn’t save, and cursed with a gambler father who saw her as nothing more than collateral. But her true nightmare begins when he sells her–to a wealthy old man who strips her of her last shred of freedom. Just when all hope is lost, Grayson Moore steps in. Powerful. Cold. Untouchable. But he doesn’t save her out of kindness. He doesn’t rescue—He Claims. Now trapped in his world, Aurora is nothing more than a pawn in his dangerous game of vengeance. Grayson took her for one reason–to destroy the man who ruined his life. But the longer she stays, the more she unravels the darkness within him, stirring a need he never wanted to feel. She was meant to be his weapon, not his weakness. Love was never part of the plan. Now, Grayson stands at a crossroads: hold onto his revenge and risk losing her forever… or surrender to the one thing he swore he’d never need. Her.

Lycan King Ragnar Dreadmore has never cared about Astrid Reverra's threat—not hers, nor that of her late rogue father before his death. But after Astrid has murdered his wife, he knew she was not a woman to joke with. He swore not to rest till she was lying dead before his feet. The last thing Ragnar expected when meeting Astrid was that she was his new mate. Now, he has to deal with the strong desire to kill her and the need to have her in his bed.

The fertility clinic called to inform me that my embryos were ready for transfer. I touched my abdomen, still numb from the anesthesia of that morning's egg retrieval. Even with cutting-edge medical technology, embryos couldn't be prepared this quickly. Before I could call back to clarify, my husband stopped me. "Mom's been pressing us hard. I pulled some strings to fast-track the process so you can get pregnant sooner. Imagine twins! My buddies will be green with envy." Silent, I drove straight to the clinic and dialed 911 on the way. "Hello? I'm reporting a fertility clinic involved in illegal surrogacy."

After my granddaughter is bullied by her classmates, the bully's family not only refuses to apologize but behaves arrogantly as well. Since they have connections in the city, the school doesn't dare intervene. I turn to the police, but they only urge me to let it go. The bully's family even boasted that they have people in the court, daring me to sue them. With every path to justice cut off, I have no choice but to take out the two Medals of Honor left behind after my son and daughter-in-law died in service, and kneel at the gates of the military compound. Six years ago, when the general personally delivered those medals to our home, he'd said, "Your son and daughter-in-law gave their lives for the country. They are heroes, martyrs, and the pride of our nation." But now, I want to ask him again. Why is it that when a martyr's daughter is bullied, no one protects her?

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.

"I need you to smile, darling," Adrian whispers, his fingers digging into Isabella's waist as cameras flash. "Your father's business empire depends on it." The champagne in her glass trembles as Isabella forces herself to play the perfect mafia bride. She hasn't told him about the baby yet. Hasn't mentioned the way his eyes linger on the judge's daughter, Elena. Hasn't revealed that she knows about the poison they've planned for her "tragic accident." But Isabella Romano isn't going down without a fight. "Please," she whispers to Santa Muerte as poison burns through her veins. "Give me a chance to make them pay." Death has a price. Isabella awakens in the body of Valentina Salvatore—wife to Adrian's greatest rival and mother to twin girls who somehow see through her deception. She has 150 days to either claim vengeance or find true love. The clock is ticking, and Nicolas Salvatore, her new "husband," is proving dangerously easy to fall for. "You're not really her, are you?" Nicolas murmurs one night, his fingers tracing her jaw. "My Valentina never looked at me the way you do." But as Isabella navigates the deadly waters of rival crime families, she discovers Valentina had secrets of her own—secrets worth dying for. Now, with her father plotting a takeover, Adrian suspicious of her resurrection, and her borrowed body slowly rejecting her soul, Isabella must choose: the revenge she died for, or the love she never expected to find. In this dangerous game of second chances, some fates are worse than death. And some loves are worth dying for twice.

This story is about fated love and second chances, a beautiful and strong female that has many suitors, each of them has something different to offer. So who will she choose? In a world where women and men have drifted miles apart and no longer live together, Amalthea, one of the first supporters to have tipped the scale towards a successful women revolution, discovers by accident that her fated pair is in fact the current president of the much antagonized men living on their own island and preparing for a revolution of their own.

Warning! This book is for mature audiences only. Tonia Marco, an 18-year-old girl, was employed as a maid in the Jacksons' villa. However, she was an Omega, and the Jacksons' heirs were three hot Alphas. They claimed her, mated with her, but when she became pregnant, they rejected her. Broken, Tonia ran away. Years later, she met the triplets once more. James: I am sorry, Tonia. Please give us a second chance. John: Tonia, I regret my mistake. I shouldn't have joined them to reject you. Julian: Tonia, hit me if that will make you feel better, but please come back home. Do you think Tonia will forgive them after everything? Find out.

Angela Bailey spent six years believing her marriage was built on love, only to discover her devoted husband was nothing more than a polished illusion. When she filed for divorce and asked her daughter to leave with her, the little girl clung to another woman’s hand and called her “Mom.” Donald Turner, cold and entitled, told her, “As long as you apologize to Nina, you can still live your high-society life.” Angela scoffed. “You might not even stay in high society yourself.” She walked out of the Turner household with nothing, determined to rebuild her life from the ground up. With her own talent and grit, she joined a new company and went head-to-head with her ex. Just when Donald realized his mistake and wanted her back, another man stepped into Angela’s life—someone who protected her openly, supported her quietly, and cherished her without hesitation. Donald regretted everything and wanted her back. He appeared with their daughter, eyes red as he pleaded, “I’ll give you the entire Turner family. Please love me and our daughter again.” The man beside Angela laughed. “The Turner family? That means nothing. Angela doesn’t need it. And as for a daughter…” He looked at Angela, and together they said, “We already have one.”