The Force Unleashed 3 Novels & Stories

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

"I am your Alpha, you will obey and we will save our Luna!" Luke continued to fight me, but one by one the other three fell to their knees as they bent to my will. Three out of four would have to be enough because this bastard was going to learn to never touch that which belonged to me, which definitely meant my mates.

I punch in some numbers and ring it up. "Morning boss!." My personal pilot says once it connects. "Make the jet available, I'd arrive in an hour's time." I say and disconnect the call. I stride to a part of the wal and press a button hidden beside a cabinet. The cabinet paves way to reveal another large inbuilt cabinet. I let my eye roam on the different ammunitions. I never intended using them again, but now I'm forced to. LESLEY PERKINS' POV My head aches terribly, my neck hurts like hell and all my whole body seems to be on fire. My throat is parched and my lips dry and chappy. I lick my button lip and wince in pain as it came in contact with with a cut.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

he told her and Nerena immediately began the spell to do that but it didn't work. Rhea continued to stare at her, bright blue eyes, dark aura and faint scent. “You can't and I won't let you do just whatever you want especially not while dancing to his tunes" she pointed at Nerena and she couldn't help the fear then. The moon continued to rise, redder and darker. The sky was turning to red blood, almost so much so that you would think the rain was blood if it started to rain. But it wasn't. Cassian struggled, he pushed against the force that pushed against him. He could feel himself leaving his body and he didn't want to. It didn't feel right. For so long he had pushed against the merge and n

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

He nodded for her at this moment, so she kicked the man holding her from below to scream in pain, then kicked him on the knee to go down and ran between the two men who did not understand what happened a while ago to take cover behind Kristen holding his jacket Frank shouted at them, "You idiots!" Then he looked back at Kristen, who was looking at him sharply and hated, so he pointed the barrel of the gun at him and said, "I'm going to shoot!" I whispered in his ear, "Chris, what do we have to do now!" "Run when I tell you" "You damned ones, what are you whispering about?" "Listen to me, psychopath, you're just too weak to get anyone in between." "Huh, what am I going to do then? How am I go

until I heard a masculine grunt and looked up. While I was having my "Street Fighter" moment, Josh was single-handedly holding court against three well built bullies with guns. While he was landing a left-handed punch against one, another came behind him and wrapped an arm around his neck, as a third guy stepped back to land a solid kick into his gut. Oh hell no. Lifting a nearby chair, I slammed it over goon #3 head as his leg was lifted to land another kick. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground, hitting his head with a solid thwack.