New Order Star Wars Novels & Stories

Aron is perfect in timing, he was about to lose his freaking mind thinking. His good friend was also in his bedroom now. Zayn recognized his wallpaper of space and astronauts and stuff that involved the solar system and the universe. Aron had a huge interest in anything that is, directly or indirectly associated with astronomy. “Hey. How are you guys?” “Whoa, you look like hell.” “Hell is an understatement. You should come visit one day.” “In the Black estate? Duuude! Anytime.”

Besides, after the success, they publicized the news so much—it was just simply odd. However, it was definitely useless to think about such things at this moment. It was best to do things within their means for now. Now, rumors about the war between the Ruin Order and Star Alliance had turned even more exaggerated. Many people couldn't stay out of it. … A year later, in a starry sky not too far from Earth, a Destroyer-class spaceship approached. From the insignia on the spaceship, it was from the Ruin Order. "Sir, why do we have to go to such a remote planet?" a middle-aged man with a handsome face spoke up on the spaceship. Next to him sat an old man with purple hair, looking regal.

“Yeah, Nicki your right. So, anyway; now am I excused for my emergency exit.” “Hmm I don’t know I’ll get back to you after I open my good-bye gift.” “Well in that case, go ahead and open it now.” The sound of wresting wrapping paper echoes over the phone, I hear a sharp squeal. “LEEENNNAAA!!!! Oh My God!!! An autographed wand and full day pass to Orlando studios. I fucking love you, you’re the best.” I chuckle lightly before saying. “You’re welcome, listen I need to get home and get clean, but I love you and I’m so glad you love your gift I’ll call you in the morning when you get up.”

My eyes widened, but Oswald just moved past them, casual as ever, like it was a normal thing. “Raise your heads,” he said to the staff, his voice calm but commanding. They quickly complied, looking at him with a mix of respect and awe. One of the attendants rushed forward, her eyes flicking between Oswald and me, a hint of suspicion in her gaze. “What can I help you with?” she asked, her tone professional but wary. Oswald didn’t seem to notice. “I need a brand-new iPhone 16, a MacBook Air, and a new iPad. Oh, and make sure to bring me the custom-order versions of each,” he said nonchalantly.

A frown settled on Sven's face, “low stock how? I thought we placed orders for those.” “They were meant to come in yesterday, but I didn't get any news until today that there was a little bit of a delay.” Mason explained. “When should we be expecting them?” “Tomorrow, according to them.” Sven let out a sigh, “I'll call Maxwell and let him know. Anything else?” “Yes, Fredrick Armando placed his first order this morning. Colt Python.” Sven scanned through Fredrick's order list, “this is a lot and really good orders. I'll inform them to send these over for packaging.”

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

He abruptly turned on his heel, whirling away from the terrace with its fairy lights gleaming in the night. “Gabe? Gabriel!” he heard his wife cry after him as he strode into the villa, but he didn’t look back. Instead, he opened his cellphone and started to bark out orders. Calleigh had started this war three months ago. Now he would finish it. ************ “Mrs. De León, the plane will be landing shortly.” Calleigh woke up blearily to discover a pretty brunette flight attendant standing over her, holding a tray. Sitting up straight in the white leather chair, she rubbed her eyes, feeling sweaty and disoriented.