Star Wars Self Insert Novels & Stories

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.

"Molly fell into the creek behind the lake house, sinking into the treacherous mud. I was halfway there, already ankle-deep in water, but you emerged out of nowhere, donning your shining white armor and carrying a ten-foot rope." His eyes are bloodshot as he says, "It's these little moments that define you. You mean everything to my siblings. To the Haynes girls, to your own sisters and brother. You've become an inescapable shadow, because when you're everything to them, I can't be anything. So who am I?" Sandro points at his chest. "Who am I? And what do I become if I follow you to Harvard? Lost and confused? I was already filled with self-loathing and bitterness, but I'd be even more resen

he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, fighting back tears. "But a part of me will live on in every star, every planet, every living being. It's the ultimate expression of what it means to be a Star Walker." For a moment, the battle around us seemed to fade away as we three stood in a bubble of stillness. I could see the struggle on their faces - the desire to protect me warring with their respect for my choice, their love for me clashing with the needs of the many.