روايات وقصص ضمن Best Star Wars Fanfiction

Max whispered sweet nothings into her ear, kissing the top of her head every few seconds, almost as if he, himself, didn't believe she was real. Enclosed in his safe embrace, Star’s thoughts from earlier came back, if her mother never died, she wouldn’t be where she was and even after everything, she thanked God that she got to come home to him. Maximus Lockwood, her soulmate.

I was fuming but waited. "I don't want you. Even if I didn't have Layla who is a thousand times better than you, I still wouldn't want you. You were terrible to me." Finn said in an angry voice. I knew for sure then that the girl was Star. I threw the door open and stormed in. Star and Finn both looked at me in shock. I focused on Star. "Get out now!" I said calmly to her. "No, Finn want's me here" she said as she folded her arms over her chest. I looked at Finn and he shook his head.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

And somewhere behind the bulkhead ahead of me, in the imperial command center of a flagship that was going to become, over the next weeks, considerably smaller than the galaxy it moved through — the Emperor of the Void Empire sat at his calculations with his violet eyes and his engineered perfection and his complete inability to explain why he had requested the reassignment of one specific labor worker to his domestic staff. He would run the calculation forty-seven times over the following three weeks. He would not find an explanation. He would keep her closer anyway — one reassignment at a time, one corridor closer, one layer of distance removed — with the systematic precision of a man who

It simply settles beside the other pressures already present—another piece of evidence that the closer distance Stefan has claimed will not be allowed to exist without opposition. My fingertips find the side of my face one last time in the dark. The residual heat is almost gone, yet the memory of the contact remains exact. He touched me with intention. He stated that the previous distance would not be restored. He has kept me inside the wing and doubled the guards and refused every formal demand for a politically useful queen. The touch was only the first open sign of a decision that continues to unfold in every restriction and every quiet order that follows.

She arranged the surrounding pillows, creating a cozy nest for them to spend the night together. As Helena set the scene, Bruno watched with a gleam in his eyes, feeling grateful to share this special moment with his beloved. He approached Helena and helped her arrange the final pillows, their smiles meeting amidst the gentle starlight. When everything was ready, Bruno reached out to Helena, inviting her to lie down beside him. With a sigh of contentment, Helena accepted the invitation, feeling moved by the prospect of spending the night under the starry sky. Together, Bruno and Helena lay on the blanket, looking up at the vast sky dotted with stars. The surrounding silence was comforting, f

"Um, take care of yourself Star." She stared at her feet and nodded with a small smile. I watched quietly as Star walked out the door. My heart was still beating drastically within my chest. I was falling for her and I was falling fast. This wasn't safe. Star was Farrell's mate for goodness sake. I needed to get rid of these thoughts. Maybe the war was a good thing after all. It probably was what I needed to purge Star out of my system. I changed my clothes for something easier to take off before heading out.

Stupid Ren. ‘Nah I like him. Mom likes him too. He’s changing.’ Star tells me with a purr, and I just ignore her. I know how badly she wants a mate, but mother explicitly told us... we don't have one. He will find the one for him in just ten months or so and I will be just his Alpha. I won't hurt myself by hoping for more. I won't hurt him by creating unrealistic expectations and a relationship between us that is doomed to fail. Yes, he's damn hot, and fucking amazing, but he isn't mine. That’s the end of it.

Although they have been married for years, they’ve never openly displayed any affection for each other. The only reason they gave birth to Falkor was because they mated on their wedding night and since then, they have never passed the night on the same bed. The person the Alpha loved was Leia who was recently put to death by Beta Loras with the crime that she was a witch which was forbidden in the pack. “You sure care for yourself too much for someone who will never step a foot outside” he scoffed as he walked to a seat by the side The maid helping her with the nails was obviously shaking at his presence because any mistake means that her head would be rolling on the floor or she would be be

Kane smiled at me, “I am just happy I don’t have to keep the whole werewolf thing to myself anymore. I’ll see what I can do. Sounds really cool though that shelter.” “There are going to be even more humans joining in the near future and some half werewolf, half humans or what the fuck they’re called. I think they call them halfbloods, but I just think of fucking Harry Potter when I hear that.” Kane laughed, “I’m more of a Star Wars fan myself, but I get it.” I showed Kane my baby Yoda tattoo, “I love Star Wars too man. So fucking much.” I got Kane settled in and told him I had to get my suit and other stuff ready for our wedding in two weeks.