Star Wars Han Solo's Son Novels & Stories

But the real shard’s in Jerry’s hands, and I know it’s trouble. My monitor beeps louder, my vitals spiking. The bite, the bloodstone, the war—it’s all closing in. “Jerry,” I whisper, pushing through the haze. “Stay with Levin. Don’t go alone.” I claw toward the light, desperate to reach my son, my family. I’m coming back, I vow. For Jerry, for Levin, for us.

Poured one more finger, which Frank would have called excessive and which I called none of his business. “She’s going to be alright,” I said to the empty chair. Meaning Sarah. Meaning Serena’s daughter, who had her mother’s laugh and her mother’s way of belonging to a room the moment she walked into it, and something underneath that the world hadn’t managed to touch yet despite its considerable efforts. “She’s got that man looking out for her. And the boy.” I paused. “And now this.” I looked at the letter. “She’s not alone,” I said. “Turns out she never was.”

I didn't have a great voice, I admit it. As I was really into what I was doing, I felt a hand touch my shoulder from behind. I jumped and turned around to see what or rather who it was... - You again? I promise you that I have changed! In fact, it was Ariel, the governor's son! He kept his cool and looked at me for a while before saying... - ARIEL: It's good that you've changed! You can earn your money with dignity, without hurting anyone... - Okay, big guy! What are you doing here?

Leon looked down at the young man in the center with a laptop on his lap and had a white bandage on his forehead; "Who is this?" "Sir, Ethan Castro, we've identified the intruder the moment the alarm went on. Sol thought it was better to go with the intruder's plan and play with him as he trapped the spies in one place. He asked me to go check on Carl when no one was looking. I've been in constant communication with the young master since the gunshot accident, sir." "Who are you again?" Leon suspiciously asked. "Ethan Castro," He nervously added, "Also known as Death Star."

Also, my experience talking to women is not the best since all of them end up fucking hating my guts. I can tell Hannah is sexually into me, which isn’t surprising, but she sometimes looks at Shanna and they share a specific look, as if they’re complaining about me telepathically. But I don't care. Rogan is right, Hannah is Luna material. I have to be smart with this one. "By the way… Jae has a son, Tate. Did I tell you about that?" Shanna asks all of a sudden. "You didn't, but of course I know about the Alpha's son," Hannah says with an obvious tone before looking back at me, "How is he? He's around six or seven, right?"

"He is my child, whom I carried for months with all the physical and mental suffering I went through alone. He is Trent, completely unrelated to Riordan!" Xander looked at me confused. "But... He's my son, right?" I stood up and looked at him sharply. "Yes, he's your son, but I don't want you to put your name on him or even make him the successor to the Riordan name and then have to fulfill the pack's demands. You, your family, and even the pack elders, must not touch him!" "But, Jonas, I am the father and I have the right to--"

“It is… going really well. I know how that sounds, since he is my teacher, but believe me. What we have is… legit. And he isn’t turning away from it at first. But then, weird stuff starts happening.” “Weird stuff?” Jax asks, quirking a brow, finally looking somewhat interested in what I am saying.and not in a starkly negative way. I sigh yet again. I’ve told them all the details of my relationship, and mention his family. But there is one more bomb I have to drop. “I find out that his real name isn’t Professor Harlan.” Jax looks shocked. Milo looks like he’s been dropped into a mystery flick, and he is absolutely loving it. “His real name is Ben Solo. His parents are Han and Leia Organa-Solo

Another man spoke, and they all turned to see the youth in loose black robes hurrying over. There was a sinister smile on his face, while his eyes were darting everywhere. Thud, thud, thud… At the same time, they could hear footsteps as a slender figure entered. He took his time, having a civilized visage but also a scabbard slung over his back. Seeing him, Tia gasped under her breath, "It's him!" "Who?" Caleb asked, narrowing his eyes. "Oner Solo! Shar Solo's brother!" Tia sighed somberly. "They always say they only needed one swing of his sword to kill, and in time, everyone forgot his real name, instead going with his nickname!"

Ahsoka and I watch the sparkling light slowly evaporate into nothing and Kai has a worried look on his face. “Whoever this is, he is blood related to me.” “Meaning he is related to Ryan in some way,” says Ahsoka trying to fight against her tears. “He may be blood related but you are still my son, not that bastards.” “I know dad, don’t worry about that. I doubt this Tristan knows of my existence. I think I was kept a secret since you found me the way you did, I don’t think he wanted anyone to know. This is my family. Those who hurt this family are nothing to me.”

Lee. “That’s a first for Helen. I have never met a client she couldn’t get to talk,” I say. “Do we know who his family is,” asks Dr. Lee. “He is Ahsoka’s son. Ryan experimented with his blood and hers to create children. This one survived while the others didn’t,” I answer. “So he is a tribrid like her,” dad asks. “Yep, he has human, angel and warlock in him. Jayden bring him here please.”