Star Wars: The Wrong Jedi Novels & Stories

“What about Badur’s gang? Why were they after you? Is the neighborhood even safe?” Venus waved her off. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control. They can’t touch me. I’m Theo’s best friend.” Irene flinched. “Theo? The one who gave you a plastic gun?!” “Shh!” Venus laughed. “Yeah. That Theo. He’s the reason Badur’s gang backed off. We had a falling out, so now they think they’ve got a chance again.” “I don’t want you around him. He’s a bad influence.”

Finally, the misunderstanding was cleared up. ... "I'm going to change into my pajamas–" "Hey, don't!" However, it was too late. Edmund had flung open the wardrobe.

“It’s seven in the morning. Someone better be dead.” “Nala.” Just her name. That was all it took. A pause. She knew that tone. “Talk to me.” I closed my eyes, words tumbling out messy and raw. “I did it. Last night. The car. The plan. But… it wasn’t him, Nala. It wasn’t Ethan.” Silence on the other end. Rare for her. I kept going, my voice low. “I woke up next to a man I’ve never seen before. His hands, his scent, the way he… everything was wrong. But I convinced myself it was the drug. I told myself it was fine. I had to. And now—”

He knows that his name, his future, and his family are gone. I hold him. I don't say anything. I don't try to make it better. I look across the rink. Dex is being led away in handcuffs. Jonah is talking to the officers, showing them the recording on his phone. The world is finally righting itself. But as I look at Cole, I realize that the space between wrong and right isn't a line. It’s a battlefield. And we’re the only ones left standing on it. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small, crushed white rose I found on the floor of the lab. I place it in his hand.

Everything was becoming more confusing. The realization did not frighten Marilyn. It only made her sad for how badly Sarah was about to fall. “Sarah,” Marilyn said quietly, “you’re wrong. And I am asking you to stop before it's too late.” Sarah’s face hardened. “No, Marilyn. You are the one who is wrong.” Joey pointed at the necklace. “If Mr. Stewart bought it for his fiancée, then why are you wearing it?” “Because he gave it to me,” Marilyn replied.

"Who?!" Both of my brothers stared at me so intensely that I could clearly see the cold sweat gathering on their foreheads. I answered slowly. "Me." "What?!" The second the words left my mouth, the hope in their eyes died instantly. Bryson dropped onto the floor, grabbing his hair in a complete breakdown. "Joseph, have you gone insane from fear? How can you still joke around at a time like this?" "Destined person? More like Death's personal hit list!" Griffin said despairingly.

"What do you want me to say?" "Nothing." Theo's expression softened, the teasing edge falling away into something more genuine. "I just want you to be careful. Both of you. Because right now this is a secret three people are keeping, and that's already two people too many for something this fragile. If it gets to four — if my father starts looking at the two of you the way I just watched you look at each other during the vows, the way he was just watching you now — there won't be a version of this that ends well for anyone."

“It’s all her fault.” “My fault!” I cried out, turning to him. “I didn’t – ” “Connor,” Johnny said in a strangled voice. I turned back to Johnny and realized I’d misinterpreted his expression. I’d thought he was angry – with us. With me. Instead… he looked worried. Really worried. “What is it?” Connor asked, suddenly concerned. “I’m sorry… I tried to get him out, but…” Johnny trailed off without finishing the sentence. I had a bad, bad flashback to The Empire Strikes Back, right before Lando Calrissian betrays Han and Leia to Darth Vader.

I stepped forward and said gently, "There, there. This isn't your fault." Jasmine looked up at me through tear-filled eyes, then suddenly wrapped her arms around me and broke down completely. She must have been holding in far too much for far too long. After comforting her for quite a while, I finally asked, "Where's the general manager? I'll go to find him." "Theo, please don't fight him," she blurted in a panic. "Don't get yourself into trouble because of me." I winked at her reassuringly. "Relax. We're just going to scare him a little."

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” “Nothing’s going to make this better, Arwen. There is no good option here. There’s only survival or destruction.” Celeste’s reflection appeared in the window beside hers. “If you say no, I understand. This isn’t your responsibility. Your father’s mistakes, Isolde’s cowardice, none of it is your fault.” “But?” “But you’ll have to live knowing you could have saved us and didn’t.” Celeste’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s not fair.”