Clone Wars Slick Novels & Stories

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of us ice cream. “Hey El, this claw machine is a scam. In fact, all of these are. You will just be wasting your tokens here,” Lucas said. They are already beside me. “I know, but I saw this cute little white cat and thought of you. I thought of giving it to you. Look, it looks like you. Especially when you are annoyed,” I responded, speaking what is on my mind. I was still playing the game while I spoke. This is getting irritating, why can’t this little cute cat just go with the claw?

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

Asa’s jaw tightened at the thought of him. A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Asa didn’t move. “Come in,” he said, his voice low, the words carrying a quiet authority. The door creaked open, and Jax stepped inside. He hesitated near the threshold, his gaze flickering nervously to Asa before quickly dropping to the floor. The younger wolf’s unease was almost palpable, the faint tremor in his stance betraying his anxiety. Asa didn’t need to look at him to feel the nervous energy rolling off him in waves.

"Exclusive distribution rights to the Kane jewelry line for the next five years. Our margins are twenty two percent better than your current suppliers. Our lead times are half. Our designs have been featured on every major international red carpet this year. I am prepared to sign contracts tonight. I have my lawyer down the hall." The men looked through the folders. One of them, Damien recognized him, Silas Moreau of Moreau Maison, cleared his throat. "Cross Corporation is our current supplier." "I am aware." "Our relationship with Damien is long standing." "Your relationship with your shareholders is longer." Silas smiled thinly. Damien was trying to breathe normally. "Ms. Kane," he said. "

Slick had soaked through layers; he could feel it cooling against his skin, sticky and humiliating. He yanked the jersey over his head. Base layer clung wetly to his chest. He peeled it off too—slow, careful, trying not to make it obvious he was trembling. Tyler Voss was still there, two stalls down. The rookie glanced over. “You alright, Harls?” Tyler asked again. Same question as before practice. Same frown. “You’ve been weird all morning.” Jax forced a grunt. “Long night.” Tyler sniffed once—subtle, but Jax caught it. The rookie’s nose wrinkled.

Collins asked but there was no response from the Vampires. " How can we let this wolf intimidate us, Let's rip him apart " The First figure said with pride, The others roared charging at the Smiling Collins who only stood still waiting for his enemies strike, He is a sniper who kills with one strike. Collins ducked the claw attack of the second figure using his own claws to strike the second figure down, With one massive strike of his claws, the second figure head could be seen rolling on the floor. " Who's next? " Collins asked.

As I try to shake it off, the same player leans in, smirking. “Tell me, Jaxon,” he sneers. “Do you fuck her before or after you fuck her brother?” My heart stops, and that’s when I hear it. The snarl. Not from me, not from their bench. Ryker. He flies across the ice like a storm breaking loose. Before the guy can turn around, Ryker drops him with a single punch, sending his helmet spinning across the rink. The refs are blowing their whistles, trying to break it up, but Ryker’s rage is volcanic.

Clash howls. In one quick motion, I drop my left shoulder and spin to the right. I pull my gun as I turn using my right elbow to forcefully push the attacker’s arms down. The maneuver puts my mate safely behind me with the gun aimed inches from the attacker’s face before he can make another move. He doesn’t flinch but he slowly holds his hands up in surrender and glares at me with one green eye, growling dangerously in return. The whole hallway reverberates from the sound. “Marco, lower your fucking weapon.” His fangs are extended as he growls using his Alpha tone.

I asked, and Bessy hummed thoughtfully before nodding, making me smile. "Where's the boss?" As Kori asked that, I realized I haven't talked to Mitchell since morning. Maybe he's busy. "Speak of the devil," Clarry whispered, and we all turned back. There he was, stepping out of his car with his hair swept to the back, tank top revealing his tatted muscled arms, and a pair of shorts giving me a small glimpse of his beautiful thighs. Damn! Snap out of it Ari! "Hello, sir," we all greeted as he joined us. His eyes went to Rick, and he raised a brow that clearly said "who is he."