Padme Amidala Jedi Novels & Stories

Tami finally got a chance to concentrate on her work. She sat down calmly, folded her legs tight and started meditating, the more she concentrated on her meditation the more Amira felt pain, she moved side by side in pain, her meditation started irritating Joel. Sshe was taking long to cure Amira, it felt as if she was not certain with what she was doing “If you don’t know what you are doing please allow me take her to an herbalist.” Joel impatiently pointed out. Rama relished inspecting Tami; her beauty drove him crazy

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

Worst of all, the panda did a ba-dumba-dumba on his drum to quicken my pulse. Cronus. The fearsome male supremacist of Time. I bit my lip in an insidious dread. Artemis swung a quick warning glare at the Panda, and he cowered with his head bowing. When she turned to see the way I hugged my knees, keeping my body together, she pitied us. “How rude of me?” She snapped her ochre fingers. “Let me clothe you.” Valen turned to me and leaned down to extend a hand. I grasped it, and he pulled me to my wobbling feet. I leaned on his torso for balance. Artemis waved a hand. I buckled up my nerves and braced for impact.

“I don’t want to be a part of-” “I’m here to take your place,” Amira interjected, her voice filled with a comforting and reassuring tone, attempting to offer solace amid Jasmine's distress. She sauntered towards the faerie, cornering her like a cat playing with a mouse. “You can either use this time to escape and lead your own life or wait for another day to be violated.”

He growls, and she bows her head. “I understand, trust is difficult in these times.” Her eyes move to mine, “You look so much like my sister.” “Who was your sister?” “Why Samara of course.” “Of course?” I ask confused. “I am Amelda, one of the Original Seven, Samara’s sister. I’m here to help you.” “Sorry to burst your bubble, Amelda, but we’ve already saved the day,” Elion tells her, crossing his arms over his chest as we all glared at her.

the Lady added once more and a glowing sphere from the fallen form of Jomal flew to her hands in an instant. "Please, master. Forgive him just this once. I beg of you! Let Jomal go." Fade helplessly implored towards the cruel lady. But her words were a passing breeze. Only felt but was downright ignored. "Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm!" there were no audible sounds the ears can distinguish. But everyone in the sect could realize the extreme anguish of one soul. It originated from the glowing ball of light atop the palm of The Blind Goddess. The muted cries strum endlessly at their hearts.

(Grand Knight Komad Jones) Prince Saladin closes aide and his close vassal the Grand Knight Komad Jones were furious at lady, that he immediately draw his sword and pint it at the Dark Half-Elf neck. “Calm down Komad…we are all friend here…Miss Amalinde…saying were right…but we all know that I am far from being incompetent….it’s just that my goal is bigger that those foolish throne wars…isn’t that why, the great Stammler Family contacted me?…”. (5th Prince Saladin) “Fufufufu~..it’s true~..finally a person that didn’t mind my jokes~…By the way Little Human boy…if you don’t remove that swords from my neck…I will remove your head for you~..”. (Amalinde Stammler)

“The head of the Moon Readers.” Tharion exhaled slowly, realization dawning. Padma’s serene expression never wavered; she worked as if this were simply another cup of tea to be poured—elegant, deliberate, devastatingly effective. Kaplan’s body began to ease as the pain ebbed away, each breath less ragged than the last. His gaze stayed fixed on Jaiyana’s grandmother, as if afraid that if he looked away, the fragile reprieve would vanish. Padma’s smile was gentle and knowing, her hand resting lightly against his back, the warmth of her touch grounding him.

"Do you understand what a mate bond is? Even if your little potion manages to sway him, it will not last. A week, perhaps a month, but eventually, he will come to his senses. And when he does, he will tear us apart for what we’ve done. Then he’ll go looking for his mate with even more devotion than before. No, Father. Forget your ridiculous plan." Elder Eric studied her, his brows furrowing. "Then tell me, Asmada—what is your plan?" A slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips as she turned away from him, admiring her reflection in the ornate mirror. "I will not use cheap tricks," she murmured, adjusting her necklace. "No, I will make him despise her. I will set traps, plant doubts, and ma

"Did you escaped from Leia again? Lily would be gone man if she found out." I bit my lower lip and fidgets my fingers. "Leia is busy that's why she can't play with me so I played with myself." "You can't do that Sia, monsters are able to enter the mountain so you must stay inside the castle." she hissed. I tuck my long dress and frowned. "I want to play Lylia." Lylia sighed and carried me using her power and fled back to the castle. Not even halfway through the castle, Leia rushed unto us and breathe heavily before scolding me.