Cassie has always been able to talk to the Black haired boy, his real name unknown. He's her best friend, Her first love and Her first everything.
Kylo had always been special to her, ever since she first met him.
Book one follows TFA, but may have spoilers from previous and following stories.
(Will follow the story line of Star Wars: The Force Awakens).
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He cocked his head still staring at me. 'Jakku? Jakku, JAKKU! Where's my friend?' he tried standing up but I pushed his hard chest down, pushing him to the ground.
'You were the only one on the ship sir.'
He shook his head. 'I hope your ok Finn. And please beautiful, stop calling me sir, it makes me feel old.'
I rolled my eyes at him, beautiful, yeh right. 'Then what am I supposed to call you?'
'Poe, Poe Dameron.'
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Cassie can do many things thanks to the powers that flow through her.
She can make bad things happen to people that are mean or aggressive against her.
She can lift things, bring things to her, she can even lift herself.
On top of that she is incredibly fit. Running, climbing, all cone easily to her.
All of the above she has told her sister. They are sisters after all.
But there has always been one thing she has never told anyone.
She can talk to the boy who keeps reappearing for her.
She can touch him, talk with him and laugh with him. But she never told her sister.
Why?
Everyone has someone they can talk to don't they?! Why should Cas tell Rey about him. Not to sound greedy but she wanted to keep him all to herself. She has very right to. Right?
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I don't own Star Wars Just the character of Cassie.
Highest ranking #102 rebel
No smut just fluff. Only banter
(PG 13) Rating like the film
Light swearing.
Pain, killing and maybe torture.
❝He didn't say anything, just stared. A malicious glint came to his eyes. "Rey, I did not think you could be this foolish. I am years older than you, physically and mentally. How could I ever fall for a Jedi? I am stronger that that." This was what he reiterated in his head every day, every second he thought about her. But she was right indeed. He did like her. It seemed like an understatement almost. He needed her. Every second that Rey wasn't with him felt like torture. He couldn't let her know that. He also desperately clung to the darkness. His darkness was what fueled him and what kept him going. He couldn't possibly give that up.
The girl was a conundrum.
"Liar," Rey whispered. She crossed the distance between them. Now, they were only a few inches apart, separated by the bars of the cell.
"You're right," he smiled. Yet again, it didn't reach his eyes. Rey was right. He could barely stand to be someone he wasn't. But his past called for him. "I am a liar. A manipulative beast." He reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You would do well to stay away."
She stepped back. She had felt a jolt of something when he touched her. Like she was being set on fire, but she loved it.
"St- Stay away from me," she stuttered. Never in her life had she been terrified of herself this much.
He frowned. "You don't like this, little padawan?"
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