Trouble: Star Wars Novels & Stories

______________________________ Signing he puts it back in the envelope to be disturbed by Ben. "King Logan" He bows and Ben nods, urging him to continue. "How is he?" "Much better now after the antidote and the treatment. However...." Logan narrows his eyes as Ben lowers his head, not knowing how to tell this to him. "However what?" Ben finally looks up , before speaking. "The news is everywhere Alpha....people are raising questions about Rebel and Luna's relations....they saw the scene and it's spreading like a wildfire." A nerve tricks in Logan's forehead,face emotionless.

"Really? I'd say you were C-3PO." She gasped in outrage and took a corner too fast, making the tires squeal. I decided to be nicer. "No, wait. You're much more helpful. You're more like R2-D2." Ruthie wrinkled her nose. "Not much better," she said, slowing down. "I just realized that Star Wars doesn't have enough female characters in it." "You should totally write someone a letter." "I totally should," she agreed. "Anyway, there's always Rey in the new episodes. She can kick ass."

“It's your fault. Why did you have to wait till the sun was up? Look how sweaty you are.“ She pouted, dabbing my sweats with a towel. “Thanks Diana. You're an angel.“ She gave her hair a dramatical flick. “I know.“ “Crazy.“ Having cooled-off a great deal, I began displaying the oysters on the table. “But what happened to you?“ Diana asked. “You're never the type to arrive at the market this late.“ “Last night's dinner was another disaster. Lots of thinking got me staying up till midnight. Plus, I had to crash on the couch because I didn't wanna face the monster in my room.“

"Cough cough!" Sharon choked on her own saliva. Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp! Chris's handsome face turned bright red. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. "James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily. The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?" Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"

I kept staring at the blank screen of my computer trying to keep focus. All of a sudden my phone rang out pulling my out of my thoughts. “This is Connery.” I said. Good something to get my mind off of her. “Good morning, sunshine,” a delighted voice echoed in my speaker. “What is it Grayson?” I asked. “I just wanted to let you know that there is news about a werewolf syphon group that may be the cause of our breaches.” “How so?” I said.

Someone suddenly walked into the kitchen too and i jumped in fright, spilling my milk all over myself. He held and steadied me. It was Paul. “Y..you are still around.?” I stammered breathing heavily, still trying to calm down. He nodded “i know you'll be traumatized by what happened today. And i was absolutely correct” he said settling me on a chair. He poured another milk for both of us and wiped my milk stained body with a tissue. As i took the milk, my hands still trembled. He looked at me in pity, drew a chair and sat facing me.

“What was that about? I was told that refugees are boarding that and entering this country undocumented.” “Havran is not dealing with human trafficking, Rioghail,” Leon said. “We simply went here to stop that ship after we learned that the people boarding it were from the Reveni Empire.” “You are not the owner of that ship?” The man beside Jyn showed us the screen of the table that he was holding. My eyes widened after seeing the emblem of that ship. It has an HSL emblem, proof that it is one of the ships that I own. “Oh.” I turned my attention to Jyn again and I could see amusement in his annoying face.”You didn’t know about that, huh?”

“Get through dinner. Get through the first week. The rest comes later.” Ava swallowed. “I don’t want trouble.” His smile this time was different. Not cruel. Not mocking. But knowing. “You don’t have to want it,” he murmured. “Trouble finds who it wants.” Before she could ask what that was supposed to mean, he backed toward the hallway. “Oh,” he added, pausing at the doorframe. “Don’t wander around the west wing at night.” “Why?” His smirk returned—dangerous, but not playful.

he shrugged before twisting the cap of the bottle in his hand. “A..as a partner” I corrected, hoping everyone did not think like he did. “Hm,” he hummed with a small smile on his lips. “I'm not so sure about that” he replied and I heard footsteps, sure enough a familiar face is walking towards us with a bright smile, gladly showcasing his fangs. But he's not alone. “Someone told me you got dumped in water?” He asked as he sat directly beside me invading my personal space. “What do you want?” I asked curtly and he whistled as his entourage sits around the table, they were five.

She takes a deep breath. "Let's help in getting the decorations and I'll tell you”. While we are getting the decorations ready we realize there isn't a tree. "Let's get one," I say. Vivian and I go to the nearby Human Shop to get the tree. "You've been avoiding the topic Viv just tell me," I say sadly as the tree is been taken to the car by one of the warriors that followed us. Vivian looks at the warriors behind me. I understand what she means. She doesn't want to talk about it here.