Star Wars Father Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

I winced but she didn't even apologise “Don't worry my dear daughter Stella , even though the man is a Delta Soldier , he is too dangerous for you to become his mate so you should wait for the moon goddess to send you your fated mate” Father said so sweetly to Stella as if she is his biological daughter and not me “Why will you do that to me ! You just said that he was dangerous !” I said standing up from the kneeling position from the hard concrete floor. “Why are you complaining? Do you think that an Alpha or a Beta will marry just because you have a pretty face ?!” Stella hissed arrogantly

How, I didn’t know. But I felt it—deep in my bones. And then I heard him. “Don’t push your luck, Steinhart,” he bellowed. “She’s my daughter. If she chooses, she can return to the MoonClaw pack.” I knew what Steinhart would say next. Even before he opened his mouth. “Oh, Luke,” he said, voice a velvet blade, “always so greedy. She’s mated to my son now. She belongs to the Moonhart pack.”

“Disgusting. How dare he grieve for his son.” Father gives me a scathing look. “Because of his relationship to the council, he came close to having his way. Just last week, while you were busy pretending to be Human, we were closer to an interspecies war than we’ve been in a century. And then, two days after their dull-witted stunt . . .” Father stands. He walks around the desk and then leans back against its edge, the picture of relaxation. “The boys reappeared. Intact.” I blink, a habit I picked up while pretending to be Human. “Their corpses?”

"He's like Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Rebellion! And you're Princess Leia. Yeah! And Isaac is Luke and Zander is Han Solo!" "Really? Star Wars?" I gaped. "You are spending too much time with your brothers. Besides, Isaac and Phoebe are the twins." "I know it's not exactly right, but you have to admit, this would make a good movie. We've even got an evil father character. Instead of 'Luke, I'm your father,'" she droned in a deep voice, "He'd be a man in a suit saying 'Son, I'm really the evil psychopath bent on world domination.'"

She had fallen in love with Bryan as well. It was bad enough that she was fighting with me over a man. Mom wanted to be with a man who could be her son. I glanced at Bryan, and the latter grinned at me with glee. “I’ll take good care of you as your stepfather, Carys.” I caught the glint in his eyes when he spoke. Was he with Mom for money or pleasure? I thought Bryan was one of the good guys. Heck, I even had feelings for him. Yet now, I had no idea what his intentions were.

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

"You're my only daughter. I've only ever loved your mother. No one else matters—you're my one and only!" As he spoke, he gently wiped Susan's tears with his sleeve. "Don't cry, my precious girl. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I know these years have been tough for you and Miranda. "Here's what I'll do: I'll buy you ten houses and give you a car. No more hard times for my little girl! Everything will be in your name!" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me.

Adrian lists one fact after another and I might question his story if it weren't for the savage's reaction to our conversation. I almost smile, but the words sink in faster than I thought. I tear my gaze away from the beast and shout at Adrian, "What?" Could this be true? Okay, we know that daywalkers aren't a fairytale or a figment of the imagination, but would any of this make sense? Someone who cared about someone would give them up just because Elite said so? Or was he afraid of being seen as her father and losing the opportunity completely? No, why am I even thinking about this mess? This is the bloodsuckers' business, not mine.

Then I looked at Taylor, who was smiling triumphantly. I quickly swept my gaze across the room before the caretakers grabbed me. My eyes landed on the television in the corner that was broadcasting the news. A familiar face appeared on the screen. It was James. No—it wasn't James. It was a younger man who looked identical to him. The news headline read, "Honoring the life of the hero, James Cook, who sacrificed his life a year ago. His son, Oliver Cook, continues to serve the public." Oliver Cook?

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.