Star Wars Oc Novels & Stories

He abruptly turned on his heel, whirling away from the terrace with its fairy lights gleaming in the night. “Gabe? Gabriel!” he heard his wife cry after him as he strode into the villa, but he didn’t look back. Instead, he opened his cellphone and started to bark out orders. Calleigh had started this war three months ago. Now he would finish it. ************ “Mrs. De León, the plane will be landing shortly.” Calleigh woke up blearily to discover a pretty brunette flight attendant standing over her, holding a tray. Sitting up straight in the white leather chair, she rubbed her eyes, feeling sweaty and disoriented.

They had the cure I needed. “What? Are you trying to say a feared Pack like ours to lay down and beg them to stall the war? Are you cognizant of what you utter master Damon? Are you aware that never in the record of our epoch has it been said that we ever relinquished.” Neto said in tumult. “There is a first time for everything, are you saying we should go to war with the only hope that we have of getting treatment for my dad? You know completely well they are the only ones who possess that plant and you want us to oppose them?” I questioned the sanity of all the officials.

Immediately I was out, I regretted not coming with my shades and maybe some nose masks to mask my face. It was as though everyone outside of the boutique was anticipating out arrival because I was bombarded with people almost immediately. “It's the warrior Luna!" "Who's the lady beside her, is she the beta's mate?” "The Luna looks even more beautiful than we were told.” "She's just a normal werewolf like us, why the mediocrity?” Different questions and responses met my ears. D*mn werewolf's hearing abilities! I felt flashlights of phones attack me even though it was still working and the sun was peeking out of the sky already.

No one dares move. “Look at her,” a voice purrs from behind them. Clara. The Beta’s daughter. Lucian’s girlfriend. Her smile drips poison as she steps into the circle, a leather whip coiled in her hand. “Did you really think you could have them? That anyone could love an Omega?” My lips part, but no words come. My throat is raw, strangled by grief. “Pathetic,” Clara spits. And then the whip cracks. Agony explodes across my back. My scream shatters in the air.

"Looking forward to see how it turns out. I just wish we could get it done quicker." Lucus looked towards the Omega sitting down. She looked sad in a way, but still had the beaming gleam in her eyes as she looked towards her new show script. He knew she was sad that he couldn't go home for spring break, and for the first time Lucus really felt bad for the Omega.

Prince was obviously taking her back. "I am not making any mistake, they call her the Omega. You seem not to know what that means. Briefly, she is the key to bring Haynes back into the physical world but once she is dead, I will be at peace" he leaned toward Prince and talked with a scary voice. "I understand you now. Haynes is the threat, she is the key to bring Haynes back. And you have to kill her. Assuming you kill her now, what if Haynes find another Omega. Are you going to kill that one too?" Prince chuckled.

“This one holds several maid uniforms tailored specifically for service in the Alpha’s wing. You can't wear the common staff uniforms while tending to him; his standards won't allow it.” I nodded and accepted both boxes without a word. The weight wasn’t just physical, it was symbolic. I was officially being uprooted, pushed into a new orbit I hadn’t chosen. As I stood there, my eyes shifted back to the servant’s wing and my throat tightened. I wasn't sure if I would ever return or if I’d want to. There, at least, I knew my place. In the Alpha's wing, anything could happen. Everything felt unpredictable. Sansa’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Come. The cab is waiting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears; I was no longer a member of the Silver Moon Pack. This seemed so unrealistic; I couldn’t believe he would go this far just to please my worst enemy. Maybe they had both planned it out, and I was just their key to the biggest farmland and the oldest bungalow in the entire pack. A mere teacher who didn’t worth anything but her resources. A blunt Omega.

He sat on the seat set aside for the Morningstar Alpha during occasions. “The next is the Oasis of Pashtun. the winner is Benny Lamprey." the council head said and there were cheers. ad the spectators stood up and clapped. they were so happy as to how he performed, unlike the two other combat. he fought and knocked down many as if he was born a warrior.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”