Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

Aim straight for his chest. And pull the trigger. BANG! Blood splatters. His body jerks violently. Then collapses backward. Dead. Silence. Heavy and absolute.

Dominic’s men hadn’t fired a single shot, all of them hunkering down and waiting it out. “Wrath! We can do this the easy way or the hard way!” Jake glanced around the brick wall where he’d taken cover. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you!” “I’m willing to trade them for you,” the man said, amusement in his voice. “There will be no exchange until I see that they’re unharmed. For all I know you’ve already killed them,” Jake replied. A metal door slid open, the screeching sound loud. “Take a look for yourself.” Jake glanced around the wall again. Klara stood with Jamie next to her. She was looking down and he couldn’t see her face clearly, but Jamie looked unharmed.

Sent her crashing into furniture. A clone emerged from the smoke. Unit 03—the one designed to counter Ji-woo. It grabbed her throat, lifted her off the ground. "Predictable," it said in a voice devoid of emotion. "Your combat style relies on close quarters blade work. I am armored against cutting weapons. You cannot win." Ji-woo gasped, struggled. The clone's grip tightened. A gunshot. The clone's head snapped back—but it didn't fall. Just turned its head slowly toward the shooter.

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

Unable to tolerate such insinuations, Jericho's anger surged within him. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around the Minister of Finance's collar. His voice, measured and tinged with a dangerous edge, sliced through the air like a blade. "Are you threatening me?" Jericho's tone brooked no compromise, his eyes burning with intensity as he locked his gaze with the minister's. Caught off guard by Jericho's sudden aggression, the Minister of Finance fumbled for words, his voice trembling with fear. "N-No, my lord! I-I would never dare to threaten you. I was only trying to emphasize the importance and connection of our current situation."

I had really fucked up, because even as I chided myself for the incident, my mind just couldn’t stop replaying the goddamned scene; How good his lips had felt against mine, How our kiss started out sweet and passionate, and then ended in a frenzied battle of tongues and dominion, passionate, hard and fast, How I fucking wanted more. I brushed the thoughts aside and gave myself a moment to appear calm and collected, and then I went out to get Sloane over to my office. Not being one to beat about the bush, I dove straight into the matter when she was seated. “Look Sloane, I apologise for the unpleasant sight that met your eyes when you came in-“

“Who are they?” Evren wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and shrugs lightly. “Everyone.” “Everyone?” “It’s time to settle the score with the rogues once and for all,” Jace declares. But the rogues don’t slow down even when they see the blockade. They charge straight into it, driven by rage and numbers. The collision is violent. The first line of Stormblood wolves meets them head-on, jaws clashing and bodies slamming together with enough force to echo against the cliffs. Deathclaw flanks from the sides, cutting off any chance of escape, their movements sharp and brutally efficient.

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

“That was one time.” “Whatever.” Chloe waved a hand, dismissing my defense. “The point is, the sworn enemy phase is officially dead. I just hope he knows how lucky he is that you didn’t actually murder him when he reprogrammed your locker.” I laughed, the last of my anxiety settling. This was fine. They were taking it exactly how I wanted them to. I looked over at Julian. He hadn’t said anything yet. He was just watching me. He had that calm, steady look he always wore, the one that made him so easy to be around. He was a patient person, the kind of guy who never pushed for things that weren’t freely offered to him.

Liv exclaimed as he inhaled deeply then let his hot breath blow over the silk of the newly discovered prize with a growl. "Min elskede," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let me love you. I need to taste all of you." His words sucked the breath from her lungs. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly when his hot mouth kissed her mound through the silk. She knew she wanted that strip of silk gone and his mouth on her sensitive flesh yesterday. He obliged her unspoken desire by hooking his thumbs in the side of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She balanced herself with his shoulders as she stepped out of them, the wolf tattoo glowing and hot under her hand. Before she could process