Starwars Fanfic Novels & Stories

-A She sighed and set down her quill, folding the letter and tying it with string before heating her wax for the seal. This was too much for her tired mind… *** Lysander stood in his tower, his eye fused to the eyepiece. The fur around his eye was matted and black, keeping the eye itself open, forced to look through up at the shimmering, shaking, glitching star he had been staring at for weeks… “The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming…” he whispered, over and over…

"If I had not, I don't think I would still allow this hug to exist." Star rested her head on her shoulders and chuckled again "I am so sorry. I am truly sorry. " "It's okay, Star. Let the past remain in the past, okay? For now, we have a lot to catch up on." Valen's Spirit instantly pumped up and she began to give Star all the details that she missed outside the palace. Star Wars, dumbstruck, and for half of the whole narration, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Thar happened???"

And now it was too late. She swallowed, blinking back tears. A pity she hadn’t been driving faster when her hands had slipped on the steering wheel of her Aston Martin. A pity she hadn’t crashed into a speeding train instead of the postbox. Eleven years of her life were wasted for nothing. Gabriel had managed to keep his company in spite of her stolen documents. He’d tricked her into marrying him. And worst of all, she was pregnant with his child. Her enemy won the war… or perhaps not yet…

Amidst the celestial blooms, a dance unfolded—a dance that mirrored the eons of cosmic passion, transcending the boundaries of mortal existence. As we twirled in the cosmic waltz, a silent understanding bloomed between us—a shared destiny written in the stars. The interdimensional rift pulsed with the echoes of our connection, casting a radiant glow upon the intertwined threads of love and cosmic destiny. In this astral haven, the readers witnessed a celestial romance unfolding, the ethereal connection between the wanderer and me becoming an integral part of the cosmic tapestry.

She was the adopted daughter of one of the gardeners. "Maia, I have something I want to ask you." He turned to face her, noticing her cheeks flashing red. "Yeah?" "Well, I've really been enjoying the time we spend together." She just looked at him, her eyes watching his every move. "Maia Sween, would you like to be my girlfriend?" He finally asked, holding eye contact. "You can share this room with me and you'll have full range of the castle. I already discussed it with my father and got Mr. Sweens blessing. You are allowed to say no, however, it is completely your choice."

Cain sighed walking over to the bed pulling a chair along with him, he placed it right beside the bed sitting down in it. “You see Star, I have to mate you. I know we didn’t really get off on the right foot but I’ve talked to Sarah and made her understand her place in all of this as well. She will still be my Luna but you will just be in the back ground as my slave really. You’re really lucky actually.” I rolled my eyes, lucky wasn’t the word I’d use. He growled lowly at me.

"Let me do this. Please. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me now." Above them, the stars shimmered like the tears that fell freely from two pairs of eyes.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

I am them; they are me, and we'll write a whole new world together. I yawned again for the nth time and set the glass down on my small living room table, and picked up the stack of paper I call my manuscript. I sat on the carpet and rubbed the head of my other cat, Prince. Yes, my cats are lovers because I hated leaving Princess alone, so I got him a prince.