Its Working Its Working Star Wars Novels & Stories

Maya asked, looking at the massive Geometric-Prism that was now a permanent fixture on the Pacific horizon. "We’re 'Employees', Maya," Avery replied, her "Gold-Eyes" turning a "Corporate-Silver." "And we’ve just been given our first 'Assignment.' We have to 'Wild' the rest of the 'Galaxy' to pay off our 'Debt'." The 150,000-word history has reached the "Phase of the Galactic-Franchise."

The moon overhead bore witness to her internal struggle, casting a silvery glow on the solitary figure lost in the depths of despair. In the stillness of the night, Carla's mind played a haunting reel of memories—a montage of moments that had led her to this desolate place. She saw the faces of her parents, their lives extinguished in the chaos of the werewolf attack. She saw the allies who had fought by her side, now lying still in the aftermath of the battle. And, in the recesses of her mind, the specter of Andrew loomed large, his eyes now free from the enchantment that had bound him to her will.

"Nadia, why put yourself through this? Lucian doesn't deserve you," Kaleb snapped, his protective instinct flaring. "I've been sick for days. I need to get back to work. Cora and I are heading to the site later." "Nadia! Are you even listening to me?" She forced a smile. "I am, Kaleb. But finishing this project is all that matters right now. OK?" Kaleb went silent, though the tension didn't fade. Meanwhile, Lucian sat behind his desk, his expression like a thundercloud.

“Alright, I’ll be Star One,” “I guess that makes me Star Two?” “Yes, of course.” “Ha ha. Not happening. If you’re Star One, I’m Alpha Star.” “That’s not–” “Deal?” Star One sighed. “Deal.” "I'm assuming you're a guy...?" asked Alpha Star. Star One rolled their eyes. "Assume whatever you want," "Okay based off that reaction I guess you're a girl," "Why does it matter? Will it hurt your ego to work with a girl? Will it wound your pride?"

He was thinking the same thing as me since we have known each other our whole life, big shocker there. Out of my rank wolves, I am the only one without a mate; quite frankly, I like it like that. After all, I am a man and have particular needs to take care of from time to time. And for the rest of the Alpha duties, my female rank wolves do a pretty damn good job at it. I always joke with Nora calling her my shadow Luna. She laughs it off and always tells me she's out there just waiting for me. I smile at her because I know she means well.

CHAPTER 9 ~REGINA’S POV~ “That's not going to work.” A heavy sigh fell from my lips as I was interrupted for the tenth time. "Can't a girl give a speech without any interruptions? " “What makes you think that it's not going to work, Leonard?” That'd right the wolf who challenge my intelligence was none other than Leonard, a guard. Not the Alpha. Not the Beta but the guard. Why does the incompetent people question things they fail to understand.

Catherine said with a smile. "Carlos, good morning to you too, Miss Catherine," he replied. "How do you know my name? I just started working here yesterday. Please don't tell me there are already rumors about me," Catherine asked, surprised. "I actually just read the panel," he said, pointing to the turnstile that displayed the name and floor number of the authorized card. "Let's pretend this didn't happen, you didn't see anything," Catherine whispered, trying to avoid embarrassment and disguise her blushing face.

He is working for Hudson. Shit!!!

"Ms. Brooks, to what do we owe the honor of your visit to the lower decks?" Gio couldn't help but chuckle; he wondered if she knew that there was an animated Star Trek streaming show by that name. Then he noticed what she and all the techs were wearing and figured she did. Their work uniforms looked just like engineers' uniforms from the next generation tv show. Her security badge was clipped to the uniform where the starfleet insignia badge had been on the show.

“Get to work.” Gabriel still grimaced as he remembered that day. He’d never been able to touch Scotch again. Almost twenty years later, just the smell of it still made him sick. And that was how he wished he could feel about Calleigh. He wished he could get her out of his system once and for all. Until he never wanted her again. Until the thought of bedding her was as disgusting as a flawless Baccarat crystal decanter of imported single malt Scotch.