Ahsoka Novels & Stories

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

It was more than one man could handle on his own. Sitting on her sofa was calming, and for a moment, Aaron leaned his head back and relaxed, something he seldom had a chance to do, particularly since Christian had perfected and installed his Intelligence Assistance Communicators in everyone’s eyes. Now, any Hunter or Guardian in the world could reach him (or anyone else) at any time. While it was great during a battle or for planning, it made turning work off nearly impossible, even with the addition of an Off button, which Aaron never felt comfortable using.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

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.

Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself. "Catherine, I'm sorry, but..." Tatiane reached out and put her hand on top of her colleague's fist. Her tone of voice was calm. "Is there anything else? In the past, I mean, something you would like to tell someone? I know we only met a day ago, and sometimes these things are very personal, but talking to someone who doesn't know your past can be good. I promise not to pass on what you tell me here, even because it won't add anything to me. Just a friend to vent to. Your anger is genuine, but my intuition tells me there's something more."

He said, raising an eyebrow at me. “She can't blow a punch for her own good, she's not going to be able to save herself if something happens to her, and it was nothing but me training her to know how to sustain herself. As you might know, she is my Luna by name. But that's it. It's just going to be something by name.” I said, and he sighed.

Basha Siromani's POV Jasmine, an young redheaded Asian lady who happened to be Riley's personal assistant stood before us. She had a distinct look of disappointment on her face which definitely worried me. If she read a wrong meaning into the situation, she was likely to tell my wife and that would end us in a big ditch. "Good afternoon, sir," Jasmine said in a cold manner and not in her usual cheerful yet professional manner. "Well, what is it you want here? Can't you see we are busy?" the African-American woman said.