Starkiller Star Wars: The Force Unleashed Novels & Stories

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.

Blood gushed from my wound and Clara rose on her tiptoes and wrapped her hands around the blade, slowly pulling it free. "Shift, I'll do what I can," she whispered into the shell of my ear. Shift? How was I supposed to do that when I couldn't even blink? The answer was given to me when Clara finished tugging the blade free and a fountain of blood gushed from the site. With a rebel scream she ran at a figure behind me. The spell on me dissolved away and the pain hit me like an avalanche, threatening to drown me in its wake. "Fuck this," Ares growled.