Hard Case Star Wars Novels & Stories

"If your enforcers don't cut the hardline within forty seconds of breaching the perimeter, the biometric backup will lock Leo down permanently." Jake leaned forward, his massive 6'6" frame instantly casting a shadow over the schematics. "And you're certain this cipher hasn't been updated since the winter raid?" "I'm certain," she replied flatly, refusing to look up into the burning amber of his eyes. "Look at me, shadow."

Then, surprise and sadness appeared in his eyes at the same time. He stood outside the tent and spoke softly, occasionally hiccuping, "Calista, I know that I've done wrong, and you can't forgive me for it. But I still hope that you'll forgive me. I really love you with all of my heart. I also want to have this baby with you." I scoffed coldly and answered sarcastically, "Vernon Grayson, you only care about having an heir. You don't care about me!"

Whisper some bullshit in her ear. Now, I just wanted to get away. The drive to HQ was a blur of anger. I pushed open my office door. My eyes went straight to my desk. It was empty. No fresh-ground coffee. Elara always made it for me. No restorative tonic she mixed based on how I was feeling. No painkillers she’d secretly leave in my drawer for my headaches. "Boss?" My right-hand man, Marco, came in. He saw my face and tread carefully. "Anything you need?"

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

he said. She cracked a lazy smile. “Yeah. But tonight doesn’t suck.” “That’s the beer talking.” “It’s a little me.” He nudged her lightly. “It’s mostly the beer.” Harper looked up at the sky. The stars above them were smeared with smoke and firelight. Someone was playing guitar a few yards away, badly. People had started falling asleep in truck beds or quietly slipping off together in pairs. She felt like she was floating outside herself. Not in a bad way. Just… new.

Adam saw Nick’s genuine terror and his hard blue eyes softened. “Nick, this is not going to be anything like Shelley, I promise you. We’re going in there to get Mia, we’re not waiting for anyone. OK? That isn’t even up for debate. But before we go charging in, we need to know how many there are.” “God, Adam." Nick shook his head, gestured at their muscular physiques, toned and tight from years of professional fighting. “We can each take five easily.” “And if they have guns?”