Ahsoka Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

Look at Ashina, who emerged as the Phoenix of the Wolves despite all the challenges I had thrown in her way. This Esther, she had been a pawn all this time in my game and still, she dragged herself here. She had thought that I cared about her a lot, but no! I did not even give a fuck. Anyway, I had to pretend and play my game. I needed her one last time. Her gaze lifted to mine, and I saw the desperation swimming there. However, I was impassive. “You cannot imagine what I have endured. Farkas has treated me no better than a slave. I’m his mate, yet he humiliates me day and night. I have nothing left to hold on to.”

"I don't want old Alpha to be my father. I love Dandan." "We'll try to fix that because I'm quite aware of the kind of person Wolland is." Responding to the cries and fears of Chosan through mind-link, she startled and gazed at me with her mouth hanging open. "At least I've been his son for centuries, so I'll know."

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants.

“How did she look?” “Physically she appears fine. I cannot say as to her mental state,” says another. “She appears sad.” “Thank you gentleman. Dismissed,” says Ahsoka before turning to me. “Do not let that distract you. Let’s go get our girl.” She turns away from me and heads for her mate who has his beta and gamma with him. I am a bit envious of him. He has such a large supporting family, being that his beta and gamma mated to his sisters. While I have my parents, my father is in a coma and my cousin is trying to get me removed as Alpha. If I had proof he was working on a coup I could banish him, but for now I just have to endure him.

"Let's continue our conversation from where we left off last time. See this remote control? An unpleasant answer could make my hand slip and hit a button. Then you'll be falling from a very high place. So let us be careful. Okay?" He said this while feigning a soft voice, full of gentleness and warmth. Asia's body visibly shook, almost to the point of convulsing, but it was dark, and Kamman didn't really notice it. "Who are you?" Kamman started off simply. "I'm..." Asia wanted to reply, but his air was limited, struggling to keep him conscious, so he could hardly let out complete sentences. "Who is Dian Aoki to you?" Kamman went on, rambling and jumping through questions like he was afraid o

“Fight.” His body trembled. The thing inside him snarled, and his lips peeled back. “You don’t get to call him,” it hissed. “He rejected you.” “Then I call him anyway,” I snapped. Ash rose around my feet, spiraling, tight and controlled. I pushed it through the bond thread—through my ribs—through the sick ache. Pain screamed. But the bond opened. For one violent instant, my vision blacked out— and I was somewhere else.