Star Wars: The Wrong Jedi Novels & Stories

"He's like Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Rebellion! And you're Princess Leia. Yeah! And Isaac is Luke and Zander is Han Solo!" "Really? Star Wars?" I gaped. "You are spending too much time with your brothers. Besides, Isaac and Phoebe are the twins." "I know it's not exactly right, but you have to admit, this would make a good movie. We've even got an evil father character. Instead of 'Luke, I'm your father,'" she droned in a deep voice, "He'd be a man in a suit saying 'Son, I'm really the evil psychopath bent on world domination.'"

Madonna The silence became unbearable the moment the door closed behind us. Not the peaceful kind, but the dangerous kind, heavy, thick, like something waiting to strike. Adrian stood by the window of the personal slave quarter. The new slave quarter is more comfortable and a little bigger than the previous one which looked like a cell. His back was was turned at me, loosing his cuff links as though as he challenged his brother and father over my existence. “She’s mine” The words echoed in my head, curling around my spine like a warning.

Sebastian admitted during dinner, “this is the most peaceful conversation we’ve had in months.” Ivy blinked. “What?” He gave a small awkward laugh. “You usually spend most dates talking about popularity rankings or social drama.” Guilt twisted painfully inside her, because tonight he was accidentally talking to the real twin not Scarlett. As the night continued, Sebastian looked at her differently, like he was finally seeing someone worth knowing, by the time they slow danced beneath golden lights, Ivy’s heart was already doomed. “You smell like vanilla tonight,” Sebastian murmured quietly. Scarlett wore floral perfume, Ivy froze, Sebastian’s eyes met hers and something shifted between them,

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

“You’re leaving. Today!” “Dad!” He called for someone waiting outside, and I watched as two large fighters entered, with a third behind them, carrying a bag of my belongings. “Dad, please! I made a mistake!” I yelled, leaning forward. “You have made many mistakes, many of which I could overlook, but this one I can’t. The council wants you stripped of everything. Kicking you out is a mercy. At least then you have a chance to survive.” “You can’t do this!”

Julia wiped the surface of her wrist with a swab, and just when she was about administer the drug, the door burst open and a group of uniformed officers rushed into the room, their weapons drawn. "FREEZE! LAPD!"

I smiled at him, unable to contain the joy in my chest. “I'm not welcomed by him.” The alpha shrugged. “Give Conan some time; he's confused, and we don't know what they did to him... What we can assume is that the shadows intended to use your cub against you!” I sighed, rubbing my temples, too tired of so much war and manipulation. “Let's figure this out and reverse all the evil!”

“If you think for one second that I’m going to let you destroy her, you’re mistaken. I don’t even have to like her to know that you don’t deserve her. And when this is over when she finally sees through you? You’ll be left with nothing.” He chuckled, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. “Dream on, Angela.” I held my ground, letting the silence stretch between us. “You may think you’ve won, James, but you’ve made an enemy out of the wrong woman. And believe me, that’s a mistake you’ll regret.” Without another glance, I turned and walked away, already planning the first move to bring him down.

He laughed, “And there's this old company, whose stock is tanking. And I feel it's a perfect moment to step in. The current CEO has no idea what gold mine he's sitting on.” “And which company are we talking about here?—” I asked, my fingers stilled against the desk “J.K Enterprise– owned by one Wright family group.” For a brief second, it felt like I had just choked the message. “Oh,” I said carefully. He watched me closely, too close. “I figured I should get your thoughts before making a damn move.” “Alright— I'll get back to you,” I said. “I need to look into a few things.” He nodded, seemingly satisfied. We both stood and hugged again, the same way men did even when they knew fully well t