Star Wars Son Novels & Stories

The twins Fernando and Fernanda are very smart, they are only five years old, but it is enough to keep in their minds the man their mother shows them on TV and tells them he is their real father, all this is done when they are alone at home, otherwise they are not allowed to even touch the remote control. -Who are you and what do you want? -The boy asked cockily, with a frown on his face. -Wow! These two are definitely your kids, bro. They have your fucking shitty character. -This is Imanol. -Leo says, pointing to the man in front of the helm.

This means you now have a biological son and two siblings that are as thick as thieves! "If you help us, this means you're helping out the people you're the closest with!" Before I could respond, my rebellious son was already helping his in-laws to persuade me. "That's right, Mom! Pamola's parents are my parents too! Since they're poor, it's only right for us to give them money! You should just hand the key over to my mom! "George isn't here at the moment. I'll call him over this afternoon so that you and him can head over to the city hall and get the names on the property deed changed.

She untied her wrists and helped her step down off the platform. “The fact that I am not from your world. The fact we are married doesn’t mean too much to them. With this wedding, your parents want to show everyone that we are as strong as them.” She said, and she found herself wrapped in his arms. “You know, though, in three months, this guy will be making his appearance through your clothes?” Nathan said. He was rubbing her stomach as he spoke, and she smiled and looked down. “You want a son?” She asked as she turned and looked down at him.

I leave my son in his room under strict house arrest. I took his smartphone, he’s not going to need it while he’s confined to his room. I left him his tv but removed the Roku and WiFi, he’s lucky I’m letting him keep the cable and Xbox hooked up. I’ll come up with my final plan of punishment once I get the report from Angela.

The moment I stepped off the plane, and without a care of how exhausted I was, I went straight to my son’s preschool, clutching a limited edition Iron Man action figure. It was something my husband, Jeremy Lynn, had promised our son but never followed through on. Hence, even though my business trip wasn’t technically over, I pushed through the pressure to come back early and surprise my son. It was the day before a big local fall festival, and the preschool was bustling with activity. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted him—my little boy, Daniel Lynn.

“Vader Darth, as in-” “Yeah, as in Darth Vader.” I answer. “The twins biological father was a huge fan of star wars. He actually knew a lot of cool stuff about movies, props and special effects. The only problem with him was he was a mean drunk with a wild streak that couldn't stay out of trouble. Anyways, she named him Vader Darth for Star Wars. Valentina was named after his latina grandmother and Marie just sounded pretty, I guess.”

“It is… going really well. I know how that sounds, since he is my teacher, but believe me. What we have is… legit. And he isn’t turning away from it at first. But then, weird stuff starts happening.” “Weird stuff?” Jax asks, quirking a brow, finally looking somewhat interested in what I am saying.and not in a starkly negative way. I sigh yet again. I’ve told them all the details of my relationship, and mention his family. But there is one more bomb I have to drop. “I find out that his real name isn’t Professor Harlan.” Jax looks shocked. Milo looks like he’s been dropped into a mystery flick, and he is absolutely loving it. “His real name is Ben Solo. His parents are Han and Leia Organa-Solo

I reply, looking at Livvy who is rolling her eyes in annoyance. “That’s because I belong to Willow Brooke Pack. I am Alpha Stanford and Luna Jackie’s son,” he responded with a grin. “Oh, my. The future Alpha,” I replied, looking at Livvy sternly. “How are you enjoying your visit?” I asked sincerely. “Very well, Luna. Your daughter here, is quite the dancer, though I fear I am boring her to death,” he looked to Livvy with worry. I laugh, “Don’t beat yourself up too much. Livvy is not like girls her age. She doesn’t play with Barbies.”

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants.

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."