Star Wars Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I needed to get him distracted and away from our false Luna long enough to inform her of the truth. I let my nose guide me, and ended up in front of the door to the cinema room. I stood outside for a second, wondering how I was going to achieve my goal. Whatever I was going to do I had to make out like it was urgent. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it quickly. Barging through and panting as though I was out of breath from running. The sight before me sent chills down my spine. Our false Luna was in the arms of our cruel Alpha. What if I was already too late to convince her of what kind of man Alpha Carson truly was?

He stoked the fire and took the gram crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows from a bag in the cooler. The two laughed, roasted marshmallows, and ate. They stared into the fire and looked at the stars. The moon was bright and the stars glimmered. “I’m getting cold,” Luna said, wearing nothing but Leo’s oversized sweatshirt. “Let’s go back in,” Leo said. Impulsively, he picked her up. She was lighter than he expected. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “My knight in shining armor.” “Your doofus in a dirty shirt and tennis shoes.”

Shaking his head, he growled no and then told me that Lyric was taken to Willow. “Willow is going to train her for kitchen duties under your lustrous Luna. Goddess, I wish you would have a real Luna and not that cancerous bitch Stella,” he said roughly with a dramatic shudder. “You know she is in that position only to piss off my brother. He loves the wench, and he doesn't deserve any happiness in this life…it's payback for taking the Crescent Moon pack, which should have been mine,” I asserted, and Lev just rolled his eyes at me.

If a fire where to start in my room, I wouldn't even notice—that's how lost I was in my thoughts. "Would Luke want to coexist with me if we were forced to live together? Or would his ambitions drive him to despise me even more?" I wondered. He seemed to detest me already. What could I say or do to divert his mind from his relentless pursuit of the Alpha position? His ambitions seem to leave no room for compromise. Taking off my blue Cartier wrist watch, I went to my room and stood there to take a good look at myself. I rolled down the sleeves of my white shirt, unhooked the buttons, and removed my shirt as I prepared to go take a shower.

"This is not just your personal matter. An heir is crucial to the future of our pack. If you won’t accept Zoey, I can arrange other women for you." "We’ll talk about this later!" I rubbed my temples, not wanting to argue with him anymore. *** Five years ago, I planted a lemon tree at the spot where Freya’s plane crashed. Now, the tree had fruit on it. The lemons smelled fragrant but were also very sour. I stayed in Santorini for one night. In the evening, I was sitting alone at the bar, drinking, when a woman dressed seductively came over to strike up a conversation.

I gritted my teeth at the thought of being with Lyra, I was even more pissed at the idea of Salvatore and Vie being engaged. The more I imagined their hands interlining, laughing together, the more the anger flared. I flung the phone, cutting West mid sentence. My hands were pressing the tablet so hard that the screen began to crack. ‘The soon-to-be Luna of Winterwood’ I read it again and again. The f My hands began to tremble, breathing now ragged. Brook took over, his claws and fang now visible.

] I double-tapped to like it, headed to my profile, and removed the background photo of Leon and me. Today, Betas from other packs were visiting for an exchange. Most of the handover work still needed me to oversee it, so I led the warriors to the lounge to settle in. A group followed behind me, and at a glance, they saw Leon inside, feeding Ella at the table. “Wow, I heard Alpha Leon found his fated mate a long time ago. Didn’t expect them to still be this close!” “Exactly! Alphas are always the ones being served, but he’s actually feeding his Luna!”

Cameras flashed around them as reporters shouted questions, and Adrian didn’t spare a single glance in her direction. Leila’s fingers trembled, clutching the gift box tighter. He cut my call… because of her. The receptionist leaned closer with a cruel smirk. “See that goddess over there? That’s our future Luna. Alpha Adrian’s first love, Lydia Lucas, daughter of the Silver Moon pack. Not some… human.”

“Or Lemon.” For a moment, Julian didn’t say anything. Then he leaned back slightly against the cabinet behind him, looking entirely too confident again. “I told you already,” he said lazily. “I’m patient enough.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “And charming enough.” His eyes stayed fixed on me while he spoke the next sentence. “Lemon’s going to love me eventually.” “So will she.” The certainty in his voice landed directly somewhere dangerous inside my chest. I looked away first. Then exhaled softly.