Amber, Amber Kryze. That's my name. I'm a 13 year old who's just trying to survive in this world. My father, well, he's alive. Though of course he doesn't know he had me. My mother? Dead, killed by a sith. But no, I was born before that, only meeting my mother at birth before being passed to a relative to care for. If you ask where is my compassion, love, heart, I'll answer with "I don't have any." In a world where I'm a forbidden child, I must fight to survive.
Amber is a thirteen year old force sensitive child, that doesn't surprise her of course, considering who her father is. She is a secret forbidden to have even been born, a violation of a sacred code. So that is how she lives. when her birth mother is killed and where she now resides burned down, she must enter a life on the run. She meets an interesting character there though, Ahsoka Tano. A former Jedi. Training under Ahsoka, she feels a sense of companionship. Soon though, Ahsoka leads her to the jedi, deciding to stay anyway, she the forbidden child becomes a knight. But secrets don't stay secrets for long. Soon Amber might have to tell who her father is.
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BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.