Star Wars Son Novels & Stories

After Christmas, I went on a vacation. For the trip back, I failed to get a train ticket with a sleeping berth. Thus, I was tired and mussed when I got home. When I opened the door, someone shoved a bunch of cleaning tools at me. The man sneered at me and commanded, “Hurry up! You need to finish cleaning this place before 6:00 p.m.!” I looked at him and saw that he was wearing my father’s silk pajamas. I took a few steps back to check that yes, this was my family’s two-story mansion. It was my home, but who was this man? And what was this about cleaning? Did the man intend for me to clean? I was the son of the owners of the house! I messaged the family’s group chat and mentioned my mother. The message read, [@Mom, your boytoy is asking me to clean the place up. What gives?]

“Prey, tell what happens when… if you lose? What benefits am I to reap from this bet of yours?” This bastard had a lot of nerve.I could not back down from him. I knew I could see this contest through. I know I can make my dream a reality.“If I lost than…I will serve under your modeling agency for free for half a year. Does that seem fair enough?” I said regaining my confidence. I could not help but glared back at Elijah. “Sounds like a fair trade to me, little kitten.” He said. I do not like that nickname. No matter how sexy it sounded on his lips.“If I lose than I will publicly apologize to you, I.” Elijah said with a smile repeating the terms. “But it you lose than you work as a model in my business for free for half of the year. Sound about right?” Elijah said.I shook his hand. “Deal.”Elijah smiled to the point where his teeth reminded me of the big bad wolf. “Deal,” he said softly.

In my past life, my selfish son stopped caring about my husband and me after marrying a woman who followed her mother's words like they were holy commandments. In fact, he orchestrates an accident to kill my husband and me under the influence of his wife and her family. It's all so he can inherit our fortunes earlier than expected. When I'm reborn, I look at my son, who's rotten to the core, and decide that I don't want him anymore!

He was supposed to be the biggest mistake of her life. Instead, he became the one thing she couldn't walk away from. Moving to New York was already ruining Lily Baker's life. Her mother is marrying a billionaire she'd known for less than a year, her dream college plans are falling apart, and her cheating ex keeps showing up where he doesn't belong. The last thing Lily needs is another problem. Then she accidentally hides in a locker with a stranger. A very rude stranger. A very arrogant stranger. A stranger who turns out to be Grayson Vance—the NHL's most feared hockey star and the son of her future stepfather. Now they're stuck under the same roof, sharing the same family dinners, and arguing every chance they get. Grayson wants their parents' relationship destroyed. Lily wants her old life back. So when one reckless lie convinces the public they're dating, they strike a deal. Fake relationship. Temporary arrangement. Zero feelings. It should have been simple. But pretending to be in love becomes a lot harder when every touch feels real, every kiss blurs the line between hatred and desire, and the man she's sworn to despise is the only one who sees the cracks beneath her perfect smile. With the media watching their every move, jealous exes refusing to stay in the past, and family secrets threatening to tear everything apart, Lily and Grayson are about to discover that some lies are far more dangerous than the truth. And falling for your future stepbrother? That might be the most dangerous mistake of all. ️️retract

"Eyes on me, Willow," he hissed, voice dangerously low. "I won't let you sit there and pretend it's someone else." I bit my lip, shaking my head. "Look at me!" he ordered. The sheer command in his voice had my eyes flying open. "Good girl, I won't have you pretend I'm the wrong brother." ****************************** Willow Thompson thought the worst thing that could happen to her was public humiliation. She was wrong. Because catching her boyfriend cheating in the hockey locker room is only the beginning. Theo Spencer is popular, charming, and used to getting everything he wants. Breaking up with him should have ended the drama. Instead, it starts a war. A war that drags in his stepbrother. Aiden Cross — the Alpha’s son, captain of the hockey team, and the most dangerous wolf in the school. When Willow impulsively kisses Aiden on the ice in front of everyone, it’s supposed to be revenge. Nothing more. A fake relationship meant to drive Theo insane. But the more time Willow spends with Aiden, the harder it becomes to remember what was supposed to be fake. Because beneath the cold exterior, Aiden is protective, relentless… and dangerously easy to fall for. And Willow has secrets of her own. Secrets that could turn the entire school upside down. Because Willow Thompson isn’t just the scholarship cheerleader everyone thinks she is. She’s also the hidden daughter of one of the most powerful men in the supernatural world. Now jealousy is turning to obsession. Enemies are beginning to circle. And in a school filled with wolves, vampires, and power-hungry rivals, Willow is about to learn one very important lesson: Falling for the Alpha’s son was never supposed to happen. But surviving the fallout might be even harder.

I never thought he’d leave me on our ten year anniversary. I gave him everything, my youth, my dreams, my heart and he tossed it all away like I was nothing. Months of heartbreak, solitude, and tequila later, I’m barely holding it together. Then comes the invite: his wedding. The one where he’s marrying her. And me? I’m supposed to smile and clap? That’s when an idea lands in my lap a chance to fakedate the city’s hottest hockey star, the man every paparazzi swoon over. It’s supposed to be simple: protect his image, help him play the perfect boyfriend… maybe get over my ex in the process. But what I didn’t expect was the heat, the lust, the danger of wanting him… or him wanting me. Between stolen kisses in empty arenas, the paparazzi hunting our every move, and the ex who thinks he still has a chance, I’m discovering the dangerous thrill of power, passion, and revenge. But as my fake love story becomes dangerously real, I realize one thing: the game isn’t over, and I might just win… or lose everything I’ve dared to desire.

Blurb: Betrayed by her boyfriend who she had helped build his volatile hockey image, Dahlia is set to prove him wrong when he carelessly makes the remark that she can't find work again in his team if she quits, because all the other players wouldn't get on his bad side. According to him, he held all the cards. But what she doesn't know is that by trying to prove him wrong she will be setting herself up for more than she could have ever bargained. Because the very man she is going into this deal with, wants more than she has to offer.

To realize my brother’s dream of getting a girlfriend in college, my mother drugged me just before the start of the semester, knocking me out for three straight days. By the time I came to, my brother had taken my spot at an Ivy League school. I bought a train ticket there to expose him as an impostor. However, my mother broke my legs and locked me up in the cellar. She bolted the door to the cellar. “I’ve taught you time and again to put your brother first, but it goes straight over your head. It’s just college. It won’t kill you to let him take your place. “You ought to reflect on your behavior. I’ll let you out once you’ve learned how to be part of the family.” With that, she left to play poker with her friends. For the next ten days, my presence was the last thing on her mind. She didn’t bother to send me food. It wasn’t until the weeds in the field had grown tall enough to need clearing that my mother finally unlatched the cellar door. By then, hunger had already taken me. No longer would I pull those weeds again.

My brother, Dylan Skinner, was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. My mother shoved a voluntary donation form in front of me and tried to force me to sign it, but I refused. I told her that my immune system was weak, and I wouldn't survive with only one kidney. She answered with two hard slaps across my face and started yelling. "Dylan is dying, and you're still thinking about yourself? How could you be so selfish?" To force me into it, she stormed into my advisor's office, grabbed my research samples, and said she wouldn't give them back unless I agreed. As I met her hate-filled gaze, something inside me went completely numb.

After coming back home for the family gravesite visit over the holiday weekend, I was busy loading all the luggage and supplies into the car. That's when my mom casually dropped, "There's no more room in the car — you'll have to call an Uber and meet us back." I just stood there for a second. It's a five-seater, and with my parents, my older brother, my younger sister, and me, that's exactly five people. My brother Derek and sister Chloe were already in the back, laughing and goofing around together. My mom shrugged and said, "The back seat's too small — three people would be cramped. You came back on short notice this time, and your brother and sister need to rest." At that point, I stopped overthinking it and just rolled with it.