Star Wars Self Insert Mga Nobela at Kwento

Steven looked at the woman in front of him. "I've actually prepared for this." He closed his eyes and said, his voice hoarse, "Gwen, I told you before. If you truly miss him, I'm willing to sacrifice myself to get him back for you. Dissociative identity disorder is just the beginning. Should I find the 'switch' to have him surface, I'll do it as much as I can so you'd both reunite—until his personality has total control over the body and I disappear. This body will become your Luke."

I thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to mention Emily's name. Beta Stephanie, raised her brows at me with a frown. "Come on. What are you waiting for? Speak up!” She commanded. Her loud words made me shiver in fright. I cleared my throat. " Well ma'am, I..uhmm, I did it all alone." Beta Stephanie chuckles."You did what alone?" She asked. I smirked."I left the Academy on my own will. It wasn't through pressure or influence." I lied, I didn't want to implicate anyone.

"You made a mistake in what you said psyche—" "That's right, I know that's your habit and you can't do anything about it, let mom know what you want because you can't claim me and above all I'm not like you who only thinks about yourself." I said to him then I turned my back on him and followed them, now walking Eirene enters that room. While Kylo was the only one outside, it's up to us what happens here as long as we did the right thing. KYLO'S POV.

I swallowed the last surge of emotion in my chest and slipped off my heels, lined them neatly beside the desk, and unfastened my shirt cuffs. Vito shot to his feet. "Elena, you don’t have to do this." "Godfather, rules are rules." I took off the silk shirt over my black camisole. It was not dignified, but it was enough for me to stand straight. I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t shrink. Suit jacket, shirt, watch, shoes, access card, car key. I put everything down one piece at a time, as if I were peeling twenty years off my skin.

"I'm here. I'm different, but I'm here." I looked at my hands, watching the light dance beneath my skin. Not vampire. Not wolf. Not witch. Something entirely new. Something that had never existed before. The self-destruct alarm blared, cutting through the moment. Ten minutes remaining. "Celebrate the miracle later!" Xavier shouted. "We need to move!" But Dr. Vex, lying on the ground dying from blood loss, laughed weakly. "You can't stop the self-destruct. It requires my biometrics, and I'll be dead in minutes. You're all trapped."

I smiled professionally at the man while ignoring Aaaron’s frown. Is there even a single moment when he behaves like a human? Never. I went to the same front and switched on my laptop, inserting my pendrive in it. After today, I can live my life normally again. Sorry guys for what you are about to see, I was forced to do this mischief because of a certain person. As I inserted my pendrive I clicked on the folder which had my so-called presentation. Not trying to look at the power presentation I started speaking.

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."

) Unfortunately, the bastard survived and disappeared into the void from whence he came. Oh yeah, the fuck-tard also tricked me into sleeping with him by disguising himself as a T.H.E.M. I.T. operative who bore a striking resemblance to David Brennan, a celebrity crush of mine and former star of the Sci-fi TV series Mr. What. I’d rather not admit that tiny detail, but if I didn’t tell you about it, Mary Sue probably would and she’d undoubtedly embellish it to the utmost point of embarrassment, so there you have it.

The white void didn't just break; it shattered like a glass cathedral under the weight of a million screaming violins. As I gripped the Founder’s throat, the Golden Pixel in my chest flared with a light so intense it felt like my ribs were melting into liquid starlight. The "Self-Destruct" of the Original Sarah wasn't a clean deletion—it was a chaotic, vengeful unmaking of everything the Founder had built. I felt the starlight chamber dissolve into alphanumeric slush, and then, the sensation of falling returned.

Apparently we have to get dressed up for this ritual and I got my hair cut. I knew Leia loved my curls, so I let the hairdresser shave the sides and keep the curls on top. I also kept some of the stubble, just making it all look a bit sharper. I went back to the hotel and ate something. Mindlinked my parents and played on my phone. Goddess, time moved too freaking slow. The sun was finally setting and I got dressed in my suit. I looked into the mirror. I had bought a small Star Wars Lapel pin and pinned it on my suit jacket. Letting Leia know that I was already hers.