Star Wars Old Republic Romance Novels & Stories

Once Niko and River are back to standing at our side and Bolt, the pup is barking and running around like crazy, Iridian breaks down harder. “I’m so…sorry…sorry!” “H-How? I thought—how are you? Where? Why, lotus flower?” Words are shoved around. Osiris kneels for his mate, wiping her tears, listening to her whimpers. When there are no words to be said, no explanation needed, he grabs her by the nape of her neck and they kiss in a heated way that has everyone pretending to mind their own business. The fact that they are River’s parents and a little too old for such ‘we both share towels’ romance makes their kiss cringy in my eyes.

He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of rain, copper, and a decade of shared history. The romance of our new life was in the small, physical details. It was the sound of his breathing in the dark, the way his fur felt against my skin when we shifted together under the furs, and the sixty-beat rhythm of our hearts that required no technology to synchronize. We were no longer the Sovereigns of the Universe; we were the Mates of the Silver Moon. "The stars are still there, Killian," I murmured, looking through the small window at the distant, violet-gold nebula.

“You will either marry Caspian or Arnold. Our shipping business needs the protection of the Falcone family.” Suddenly, a familiar voice rang clearly in my mind. ‘This time, I’ll make sure I choose the perfect husband first.’ I snapped my head toward my sister, Leia. She was gracefully smoothing her skirt, a sweet, flawless smile on her face. However, what I had just heard… Was that her inner voice? ‘In my last life, I married that violent lunatic Caspian and lived in fear every single day. This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead.’

Her heart ached as she watched them interact. “He’ll need milk soon,” Song said, as if to assure Ariadne that her being in the room was temporary. “I know,” she said. “Let him enjoy his time with his wolf mama.” Song practically purred and cuddled North, doting on him. Ariadne let Song have her moment, letting herself float in their mind. She needed all the time she could to prepare herself to leave. Her wedding anniversary was coming into view. Almost a year away, but she had never had such a view of possible escape before.

Sparks flew. Serena backed up, eyes scanning for anything—anything—she could use. Her hand closed around a rusted pipe. She swung. The blow struck Beta’s shoulder, but she didn’t flinch. “You’re weak,” Beta sneered. “You were just the prototype. I’m what they wanted.” She lunged again—aiming for Serena’s throat. Damien tackled her mid-strike. They tumbled into the console, breaking wires and glass. Beta threw him off like a rag doll, turning—

“What’s this?” “Shrapnel, two years ago. Sabik moon assault.” “You never told me.” “You never asked.” I looked up at him. “I’m asking now.” His breath hitched. This time, there was no hesitation between us. We kissed again, slower, deeper. We undressed in the hush of starlight bleeding through the window, the weight of the galaxy forgotten in the curve of skin, in the silence between words. We moved like we’d known each other in a hundred lives before this one.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“You’re the one I married. You’re her father. You’re the only father I’ll ever want for her.” Mattel sobs, then he leans forward, and kisses Regina, the kiss as passionate as it can be for how sapped of energy the omega is. There’s just enough force that they almost clack together, but then they find their rhythm, lips brushing together desperately a few times. The taste of salty tears fills her tongue, though Regina cannot tell if they belong to her or Mattel. Odds are, they’re both.

He kissed Maddie on the lips, softly at first; then with increasing passion, and finally, when his tongue slipped between her lips, he felt the thrill - the first of many as the couple experimented and played. As Jim and Maddie played with each other, Jim felt his old hate and depression, that he had lived with since his wife's death, being replaced by the friendly intimacy and high spirits that passed between Maddie and himself. He felt a new thrill with each new caress or kiss or fondling he administered and reveled in the pleasure of feeling Maddie respond. Soon, he felt her hands touching, fondling and caressing his own body, and his passions continued to rise to new levels. There was no

In a low voice, she spoke. "May I remind you that he's already been mated? To Scarlett? The girl you hate the most?" Adolpha had tears in her eyes but kept them in. Anton was being completely honest. He is mated to Scarlett, and while she may have tried to deny it several times, it won't change. "This is the only way we can defeat her. Even if we can't compete against her and Raven, we can at least deny her the title by bringing in Luke." "But…"