Hard Case Star Wars Novels & Stories

OLIVIA This is the first time ever that I’m seeing twinkling stars. I hate it but it does not look nor feel pretty. My head hurts like I’ve been crushed by a giant truck and left on the floor to die for good. It makes me remember when Jake had hit me with his car, which led to the beginning of our contract. I lay on the cold hard ground and let the exhaustion I feel weigh my bones further down. I was at a big disadvantage. It was one weak female against four boys that are mostly likely not sober.

“Umm…” Northstar interrupted him. “About what you want to ask me… I accept.” The simplicity of it stunned everyone into silence. “You… accept?” Amy finally managed. Northstar stood up, brushing non-existent dust from his jeans. “Yeah. I want to see how this thing ends. I’m tired of the forest. The werewolves have been howling too much lately, and the pixies keep stealing my socks. Your base has to have better laundry facilities.” He snapped his fingers. The air in front of him rippled like water, then tore open, revealing a swirling, dark blue portal. On the other side, the familiar sterile lights of the Dark Soldiers’ base corridor were visible.

I should’ve never fallen for Emily, now it’s too late, I let the gate open to be broken and I let the pain take over the moment I fell for Emily, and to be honest, she could be better without me, our demons hate each other and it’s a constant fight who will win, her desire to be stronger or my desire to have emotions and let someone in. “Watch it jackass.” I spilt my drink and when I turned around, some drunk idiot, well, not that I’m sober, walked into me and have the nerve to tell me to watch it. “Dude, you don’t want to pick a fight tonight,” I said with clenched teeth. I’m trying very hard to keep my fucking temper, but the guy is making it very hard where he grins and looks at me like s

Victor’s calm words echoes through the warehouse, his confidence unnerved the Syndicate members. Victor’s men stood ready, their weapons drawn and their loyalty unshakable. “Drop your weapons,” barked one of the Syndicate leaders, moving forward. He was a tall, scarred man with cold eyes. “Or your entire team dies.” Victor gave a smirk, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think I came here unprepared?” Before the leader could respond, a sudden explosion rocked the warehouse, shattering windows and sending fragments flying. The Syndicate members ducked for cover as Victor’s men took advantage of the chaos, engaging in a fierce firefight.

Ace's POV : The guard came back with a blow torch and a glove to make sure I didn't burn my hand. It's not me, he should be worried about. I pressed the button on the blow torch and suddenly the blue flames shot out of the nozzle and into the air as I stood in front of the young man. He's older than me, but still young. I feel a lot older than people my age due to my maturity and my constant stress, not to mention the empire I'm carrying on my back. "What age are you?" I asked him with a crease between my eyebrows. "I'm 20" he responded slightly confused. I just nodded slightly. "I hate to do this but........" I brought the blow torch up to his hand, pressing the buttons to turn on the blue

Mom always said, God never gives us a situation we can't handle. Well, my situation was getting harder to handle and I wasn't sure I would be able to take it anymore. My cuts weren't infected but they stung like hot wire. My legs were like jelly and they ached whenever I moved them. My heart beat matched the ticktock the clock high in my cell made. Too high. Not that I could stand anyways. My brain was foggy and I slowly wondered how Adams had found me in Miami after my run-in with him at Bali.

These two weeks were the longest we'd ever been apart. "Celestia, mommy's here! Surprise!" I raised my voice, not hiding my joy. But Celestia just frowned and glanced at me. "Mom, I'm doing crafts. These diamonds are so hard to stick on." Though I felt a bit disappointed, I told myself Celestia was just frustrated with her project, not rushing to hug me as I'd imagined. "Let me help you." I moved closer to embrace her, but she squirmed. My arms froze in the air. Was Celestia rejecting me?

They wouldn’t heal, because they weren’t fucking there anymore. I don’t know if you have seen Star Wars, but I was forced to watch those movies at an age that might not even be appropriate. As a kid, watching Anakin turn to the dark side and then have his fucking legs chopped off by his teacher, Obi Wan, was a lot. And Grandpa looked like Anakin did before he got that fucking Darth Vader suit. He was burned almost everywhere, and he was missing both his legs, from the knee down. I picked Grandpa up and held him like a fucking baby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the drops started falling on his charred skin.

Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through. “Correction. The records show that you completed your quest two hours ago. You are hereby awarded a second chance at life and a great fortune in your original world.” I was surprised that I had succeeded. The System chimed, “Indeed, all four targets have attained complete devotion to you. “But they have gone berserk upon finding your remains. Do you want to go back to them? “That reality of the quest world will likely shatter as the four male leads are in ruin.” Thinking back to my experience in the world, I shook my head.