Star Wars Son Novels & Stories

He could never accept a favor to kill his master! Steward then confirmed, "Yes. His name is Severin. If you reach Skycean City, you can just head directly to my place. My daughter and the others will bring you to meet that kid." Warren's mouth twitched violently. He smiled awkwardly and said to Steward, "Oh, Mister Steward, I almost forgot my schedule is packed for the next few days. I'm sorry that I won't be able to help you. Besides, if he slapped your daughter, then he might have done so because your daughter offended him and did something blatantly outrageous. I suggest that you drop this matter. As far as I'm aware, your daughter tends to be really stubborn most of the time, and—"

"The results show that Aster is Kevan's biological son." "Oh my God!" Wendy exclaimed loudly in surprise. "Then, is Mr. Rogers going to take Aster in as his son? Are the both of you going to get married again? My heavens! In just a short time, everything has taken a complete turn for the better! I can't wrap my head around it!" "Calm down, Wendy." Frowning, Larissa covered her ears with her hands. She was almost deafened by Wendy's loud voice. Wendy took a couple of breaths to calm down. Still, the wide smile on her face and the eagerness in her voice was evident. "Tell me right now, what happened after that!"

I think his name is Francis and well, Patty and George had twins, a boy, and a girl - Bernard and Bridget. I will say our lives have been perfect except the not having a child part but even that part ends today as our son arrives. A new chapter will begin in our life from now. My son is now cleaned up and ready for his mother's milk but seeing how peacefully Cora is sleeping, I don't want to wake her but when the young one begins to bawl, she is awakened by the sound.

“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.” My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go. In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online. The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.

“Officers, this is all a misunderstanding. My younger son made a mistake, and I was just disciplining him.” I said coldly, “A mistake? Howard told someone to take naked pictures of me without my consent. How did that become my fault?” “Who is Howard Moore?” one of the officers asked. “You need to come with us.” Seeing her precious son about to be taken away, Mom panicked and quickly stood in front of Howard. “Officer, this really is a misunderstanding. They’re brothers. They were just joking around.” “Brothers?” I laughed. “My legal records only have my name on them now. What brother?”

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

Everyone that was in the room cleared reluctantly, when the doors closed behind the last person, Ethan finally looked like a human, this time not powerful, not untouchable as he had always been but really broken. He brought out a strand of hair. What has he done now? I thought. “What is this, Ethan?” I was quite scared but I didn't show it. “It’s a hair,” he said and paused. “My son's hair.” He continued. “I really don't understand this and who is your son.” I asked.

A FEW YEARS AFTER… “They’re here, mummy!” Four-year-old Javier was running up and down the hallways, super excited when he heard the helicopter land on the other side of Illa de Tagomago. Calleigh smiled down at her son, even as she tried helplessly to hush him before he woke Stella, his two-year-old sister, who always got into everything when she was awake, or Felipe, his six-month-old baby brother, who generally just sat on the floor and watched it all with his mouth open, drooling from his first tooth.

"You're the one who wanted to skin me alive, right? Well, bring it on! Let's see who ends up on top." Maxwell, the son of the big boss, Wystan, from East Star District, was a big deal among the young crowd. Nobody messed with him. However, now, he had met his match. Some no-name guy, who Sienna called a live-in son-in-law and a total loser, had knocked out six of his guys all by himself. He was no ordinary dude. Maxwell's face turned pale with rage, his fists clenched so tight they cracked. "You think you're tough, huh? No one gets away with that in front of me. I'm going to take you down!"

"Master, Young Master has been captured again. I'm afraid you'll have to take action this time…” Wayne Larson heard this and thundered, "Unf*ckingbelievable! I'd like to see who dares to touch my son!"