Star Wars Empire Book Novels & Stories

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

The cafe smelled like warm milk and lemon peel. The morning came slow, soft, and steady. Elara moved with hands that knew small rhythms. She tamped espresso, wiped a counter, folded a napkin. The boat bells called from the harbor. Life here had a pace that soothed and scared her at once. A woman with paint-stained fingers sat at the corner table and read a book. An old man argued softly with the radio about weather. They were small things that made the world honest. Elara liked that. It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."