Star Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She's an influencer, as she likes to call it, with three thousand followers. "Eww, Nat, too much information," Fiona exclaimed in disgust. "Thank you for your service, Nat; I hope we can get something good out of this." Olivia who's currently single because her boss, with whom she had frequent encounters, finally chose his wife over her, and she now works for a much younger one she's still trying to seduce, but in the end... he turned out gay. Fiona linked her arms with me, and together, we skipped the long line, and Natasha showed the security a bunch of tickets which I assumed were for us. He inspected and counted it before nodding and letting us in. Olivia and Natasha squealed before they

We came to pass through the meadows that isolated our camp from the rest. The life of deadlocks was peaceful. Simple. Happy. Somehow, I feel less homesick for my parents. How have they been? "Are you all right?" Oswin inquired softly. While Myra was describing what to do, he detected my blankness. "Stella, why does your mind appear to be racing? Are you thinking of Fabby?" Myra inquired sharply. She laughed as she elbowed me on my side. "Fabby is adorable! Oh, mama, those arms, those chests, that lovely face, especially her enticing lips! It feels great to be on her chest. I don't know how I can exist in this world without Fabian del Ayre!"

Brother finally opened the door. "Brother!" I ran towards him, like a little girl who had seen her favourite boy band. Gun enveloped me in a hug. "What are you doing up here?" "I came with my classmate. You won't believe this, brother—your friend happens to be my classmate's brother!" "Oh." Brother turned his attention to Max. "What are you doing here with him, alone?" "He's showing me the stars." I pointed to the sky with a goofy smile on my face.

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”

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

-A She sighed and set down her quill, folding the letter and tying it with string before heating her wax for the seal. This was too much for her tired mind… *** Lysander stood in his tower, his eye fused to the eyepiece. The fur around his eye was matted and black, keeping the eye itself open, forced to look through up at the shimmering, shaking, glitching star he had been staring at for weeks… “The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming…” he whispered, over and over…

Cain sighed walking over to the bed pulling a chair along with him, he placed it right beside the bed sitting down in it. “You see Star, I have to mate you. I know we didn’t really get off on the right foot but I’ve talked to Sarah and made her understand her place in all of this as well. She will still be my Luna but you will just be in the back ground as my slave really. You’re really lucky actually.” I rolled my eyes, lucky wasn’t the word I’d use. He growled lowly at me.