Star Wars: Gamer Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucifer was watching me with pure pain in his eyes, like he was the one breaking instead of me. I looked at both of them — my mates — and something inside me finally snapped. “I’m not your wife anymore,” I said, voice shaking but getting stronger. “I’m Marilyn Paltan now. And I belong to the Gammas.” Yapper’s face changed instantly. The gentle look disappeared. His horns seemed to grow longer as anger took over. “You dare reject me again?” he roared. The whole realm shook. The stone under our feet cracked louder. He grabbed my throat with one hand, not tight enough to choke me but enough to warn me.

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

It was her that he wanted. I let myself cry that night when I got home, feeling stupid forever thinking that maybe he did want me after all. But since that night, I hadn’t allowed myself to cry over it again. I was stronger than that; I was training to be a fucking Gamma warrior, and I had offers left and right to join Elite forces. I am a warrior, and no man will ever define me. Still, that doesn’t stop me from being distracted and lost in my own mind. “Clearly,” Lukas said, his eyes narrowed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I kick his bedframe to make sure he jolts awake. He startles upright, nearly impaling himself dozens of times on my Neron. His wide, cinnamon brown eyes find mine in the dim light. “You’re right about some things,” I say, my voice low and dark. “The galaxy can’t use Neron in interplanetary warfare. We can’t trust them to govern themselves and the Neron trade. But what you’ve done is conquer the galaxy with fear. There are about a hundred different ways that this could be done better. Your turn is over.”

“I don’t want betrayals or knowing how my dad hurt me, and I don’t want to leave the life I’ve known or comply with your ridiculous ‘do or die’ rules.” He stopped in front of her. “And now someone wants me dead?” “I’ll find the Taakin bastard.” “That’s the other thing.” She shoved him in the chest. “Why do I even like you?” Stralath didn’t budge, and she spat out whispered words. “Han Solo—you’re not even human. I need a simple, boring guy. Someone who perhaps plays video games and likes Star Wars, and not someone who is an intergalactic asshole adventurer.” “What is Han Solo?” Stralath frowned.

THIRD PERSON POV Alpha Starr clenched his hands tightly, replaying what his gamma just told him. What the fuck does that rogue mean? He kept asking himself thinking it must be one of Alpha Gomez or Giovanni's gimmicks to get back at him. He scoffed as he made his way toward where the secret dungeon where he ordered the rogue to be kept. If there was one thing that rile him up, that was anything about his mate, Arianna.

I say and lay it out for him. “You’re sure?” “Positive. I’m so sorry, Yorick.” “I need to go.” “Call me if you need to talk,” I say. “Thanks, Wen. I may take you up on that.” I stare at the phone for a moment, then turn back to my computer. Me: Let’s find that alliance agreement. Hacker: Follow me, my little Padawan. I chuckle at the Star Wars reference. Me: Show me the way, Obi-Wan.

Gamma’s POV Like dust pretending to be still in a room that was never meant to be quiet. Gamma stood in the far corner of the corridor outside the clinic ward where his arms were folded across his chest like someone who was deep in thought and his eyes were set on the cracked broken door ward, where Tessa was now having her wound all dressed up. A few warriors had begin cleaning up the mess she made. The hallway smelled of old blood, rusted iron, and the sharp tang of lies not even the smell of rogues sliced across their nostrils..

"We go to the boiler room. To the heat." He grabbed her hand. "The game is over, Saoirse. We are at war now." The elevator dinged. The doors opened to the industrial level. Tristan and Saoirse stepped out into the steam and the noise, hand in hand, ready to burn the Empire down or die trying. End of Chapter 9

"You won't like the answer. I can tell you when we're ready to leave and then you won't need to think about it until it's time to return." This isn't good, but I have no idea why. "You're scaring me." "We should enjoy our time together." "How would I enjoy it with this hanging over us. You just need to tell me." He rolls to his back and looks up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for several minutes, and if his eyes were closed, I would think him sleeping. Even though it kills me, I give him time. "Shadow Warriors were different on the home planet." "From what I read, they were homicidal maniacs."