Star Wars Son Novels & Stories

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

She fell in love with me instantly, and I was captivated by her tenderness. We married in haste, with no wedding ceremony or celebration. Just like that, I became the Ross family's live-in son-in-law. A month later, she became pregnant. After giving birth to a son, I returned to work as soon as the baby was a month old, earning money to provide for him. That day, I returned home from work to a house shrouded in silence. When I pushed open the bedroom door, I saw Samantha curled up in Shawn's arms. They were fast asleep, and when I startled them awake, panic flickered across their faces.

After he fell asleep, I stood by the bed, staring at his innocent, defenseless face. My dear son… In my past life, you traded my life for a few pieces of candy. In this life, you can wallow in these soul-draining, blood-sucking mountains forever. I no longer wanted you.

Sylvester said, signaling for the young man to release his hold on DJ and Falcon. The firelight finally kissed his face. Sylvester was breathtaking. Silver hair fell past his shoulders in smooth waves, and his golden eyes shimmered like molten metal. His body was carved from years of war and experience. He was tall, muscular, and regal without even trying. "I'm Sylvester," he said calmly. "And these are my sons." He gestured to the boy who had held DJ and Falcon moments ago. "This is Stanley." Stanley stepped forward. He was tall and lean with light blond hair and warm brown eyes, giving off more of a handsome golden-boy vibe than his deadly father.

"Master Zhou, who is this kid?" Xiao San looked at Qin Kai in confusion and asked Zhou Tian. "Haha, it's Qin Shuangying's son. Do you know Qin Shuangying?" Zhou Tian smiled and asked Xiao San. Xiao San's heart skipped a beat when he heard Qin Shuangying's name. "Master Zhou, Qin Shuangying is the leader of the Eagle Soul Kill Organization. How, how did you get his son here?" Xiao San looked at Zhou Tian in shock and asked.

A few minutes later, Liv knocks on the door with her knuckles and peeks her head in to make sure no kids come in. "There's a handsome guy with cool tattoos at the door, someone I know," she sings. I raise my head towards the window, and my heart stops. << Stop being such a teenager! >> I take off my glasses, gather my things, and put my notes in my bag. "Good luck," Jo says. "I don't know what for." I pass by Liv, and when I realize it, Owen is already in his father's arms. Owen laughs with him, and their hushed conversation seems super interesting.

“It can’t be. She has the eyes. The Star Child’s eyes. I made sure.” “Oh Marcus, you poor bastard.” I feel genuinely sorry for him – me and my traitorous emotions. “She has The Moon Goddess’s eyes. She’s our mother’s chosen one, not us.” I leave out the part that I’m also chosen…supposedly. Outsiders don’t need to know our business. “No. She is The Star Child. She has to be.” It’s time to end this conversation. “How old is your son now?” His eyes come back into focus. “Fifteen. Why?”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

"She dares not, I'm sure she wouldn't wanna get my night ruined." "I get it, but do you have an idea why my brother has been staring at the door entrance and his wristwatch?" "I really have no idea," Alex said and they continued their chitchat. *---- "So that's your new mate and Luna right?" General Jake asked, staring at Alex who was smiling and talking to Joanna. I wouldn't deny she looked so much like my mate who's the prettiest of all she-wolves. I turned back to General Jake and nodded.