Star Wars Son Novels & Stories

"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.

she replies, her voice choked with restrained emotion. Her confession leaves me dazed. A son... I'm a father. The idea seems so distant and surreal as if belonging to an alternate reality. "A son...?" I whisper, my mind struggling to process this unexpected revelation. Karen confirms once again, and I feel like the ground has been ripped out from under my feet. I have a son, a son I never knew existed. Completely bewildered, I pace the room back and forth before approaching Karen. Her eyes meet mine, reflecting the same bewilderment I feel.

He then looked at me. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, but you’re not answering your phone. Is there something wrong?” He shifted his attention in front of us. Rachel has her forehead creased while Rouge is gritting his teeth as he clenches his jaw. “So that’s the father of your son, huh? Then it’s good, and please stop making stories that your son is Rouge’s son,” Rachel said, then tried to pull Rouge with her, but the latter seems like he’s already glued to his feet.

Miranda's POV “It seems your bastard stepson is getting more famous by the day to the extent that you are even hosting a birthday party in his honor," Richard said dramatically with a silly smile hanging on his lips. I looked at him in full rage, anger and fury filled my entire body, honestly, if he was not my son that moment, I would have ripped out his throat. It is difficult making an omega son an alpha king, it's slightly more difficult when that son is a stupid one. Instead of Richard thinking of how we can eliminate that bastard, he is here taunting me with his success story.

I stared at the two shoehorns Caden Lancaster handed me. One was made of dark hardwood, wide and sturdy, clearly meant for delivering a proper beating. The other was plastic, thin and long, perfect for leaving bright red welts. The seven-year itch that had been burning inside me was doused by my son's betrayal, leaving me feeling oddly amused despite everything. Before I could choose one, little Felix Lancaster burst into tears with a wail loud enough to wake the dead, as if he'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

— Isabela whispered, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. — "You know I hate waiting in lines, but it was worth it. Seeing my little girl smile is all that matters." Alejandro tenderly kissed his wife’s cheek. Isabela returned the sweet gesture with a kiss on his lips. After spending some time there, Mateo demanded his turn to go with his father to the Star Wars section. Alejandro was surprised at how much his son knew about the saga. He had no idea how much Mateo loved those movies and characters. — "Dad, you have to fight me with a lightsaber." — Mateo extended a toy lightsaber to him.

"Maybe I should consider... other options." Then Scarlett appeared. Young, beautiful, and supposedly possessing a rare, pure-blooded wolf lineage. "She understands my ambitions," Ethan said, making excuses for his affair. "She won't be a stumbling block to my progress." Now, my son was dead. Dead because of his father's fatal negligence, because he'd pulled security to look after his mistress. I blinked, pulling myself from my memories. Ethan was walking into our home, excitedly arranging the celebration on the phone. "Yes, officially introduce Scarlett to all the allies. She will be the true future Luna of the Stone Pack." His voice was full of anticipation. "This child will completely chan

I asked, taking a deep breath. “The son is Thane.” Scarlett said, and my eyeballs widened.

Damon’s not just coming for the stone. He’s coming for my son.