Star Wars Rebels Starkiller Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the room. “No,” Susan snapped, her voice made Chris tremble a bit, that's shocking, “It’s not.” My dad placed a hand on my shoulder like that would somehow stabilize the situation, “This is my daughter Rebel. I've mentioned her before.” “I know who she is,” he snapped, not taking his eyes off me. CHAPTER 4 I folded my arms taunting, “You think I'm happy to see you again too?” His eyes flicked to me, green eyes firing with rage.

I guess so. With a huff, Stark walks back to the house and up to our room, which is the last place she was before she decided to teleport. Stark paces and has blocked me from shifting us back. Soon enough, there’s a small “pop” and Morrigan is sitting on our bed. “Hello, asshole. Oh sorry, Stark.” She says with a sneer. If you don’t spank her, then I will. Yup, gonna spank that attitude right out of her. Stark gives me back control but his anger and mine swirl together and I’m raging. I don’t think I have ever been this mad before.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

"Cian is a sociopath, Marigold. He doesn't want a Lord Chancellor. He wants a dog. And while I am many things—arrogant, greedy, vain—I am no man's dog." He looked at me, his monocle glinting in the firelight. "Besides," he said softly. "I saw your mother in you today. When you stood up to him. Marina... she had that same fire. She burned bright." "Did she?" I asked, tracing the gold key with a numb finger. "She terrified me," Stark admitted. "Just like you do." We sat in silence for a long time. The only sound was the wind howling outside and the crackle of the fire.

Frankly, I’m afraid that when I do… I might never want to come out. I feel the heat of his hand getting closer and closer to my wetness. The closeness is unbelievable, like I could barely fathom the fact that I, Leia Steele, once a slave to the Dark Alpha, was now underneath a tree with him, and he was seconds from pleasuring me. I could tell myself this is all just dream again, but I know this time that I would be lying because this is as real as real could get. There’s no escaping it this time.

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.

I shouldn’t be listening to this. “Whore,” Mr Kendrick said taunting Mr Stark. “Miles,” Mr Stark calls out. “Sir?” I looked up. When both of them looked at me expectantly. “You were telling me something,” Mr Stark said with a confused look. Mr Kendrick laughed at me. “You broke the poor kid, man,” he said eyeing me sideways. “Yes,” I said clearing my throat. “I was…telling you something,” I said looking down at the iPad. “I was going to book you to a hotel, but Mrs Stark said you will be staying with the Romans…so,”

“If you get out of fucking control, I’m mind-linking Brax. Just letting you know, your safety is most important to me.” Airk sighed, “fine.” “So, what are you feeling?” “Just a bit dizzy.” Airk admitted before sitting down on the grass. “The grass is so soft. Wow, the stars look really pretty.” 'Yeah, he’s high. Do you sense your brother?’ I asked Stark. ‘No.’ Stark was nervous. He wanted his brother back, and I knew he hoped these ceremonies would do it. I was fucking nervous too, but my mind has a tendency to distract itself by thinking of random shit instead.

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .