Black Butler Luka Novels & Stories

But seeing who was outside, Ivan could not say anything and only lowered his head, letting the person enter. With a confident step and without even greeting the servant who had attended him, Estephan silently entered his fiancé's room. Luka's fiancé was a big and imposing alpha, with black hair and the blackest eyes Luka had ever seen, he commanded respect in anyone he stood in front of, be it an omega or a beta, even alphas. His fiancé was undoubtedly terrifying to everyone. To everyone except Luka, who wasn't afraid of him. "What do you want?" Luka asked grumpily, not stopping eating.

“For the possibility that the wolf world is about to test you.” She studied my face. “And you?” “What about me?” “What role do you play in all of this?” The question lingered longer than expected. Finally I answered. “I make sure anyone who tries to use you regrets it.” A faint smile appeared on her face“That sounds reassuring.” “It should.” Luca checked the tablet again.“Well,” he said. “There’s one more thing.” “What?” Ava asked. He turned the screen toward us. Selene Blackwind was leaving the hotel. Heading toward a waiting car.

Like even in church, we can’t pretend we’re united. And at the end of the aisle, waiting at the altar like a beautiful nightmare, is Luca. He’s wearing black. Of course he is. The suit is perfectly tailored, making his shoulders look broader, his presence more commanding. His hair is slicked back, exposing that sharp, cruel face. But it’s his eyes that stop me. Those cold, calculating eyes that have haunted my dreams for three weeks. He watches me approach with the same expression he had at the funeral. Like I’m something he’s about to acquire. Like I’m already his.

Because even though I came here with a rich friend, I was stuck with the rich boy who I am supposed to call Daddy and had the messiest relationship with. Paula was missing in action. She was dragged away by one of the store attendants to show her some new pieces and she had promised to return with new collections that she could try on and we would be the judge of it. Luka was sitting casually beside me, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing all black today. I swear that's his favourite colour, and it was a good choice because it suited him well. Dark to match his dark soul. Not like he didn't look good in them, it was Luka, he looked good in everything. He had on black trousers with a

She gave once-over to their surrounding and their almost naked selves and turned crimson in embarrassment and anger at being exposed, she leaned over his chest so he was no longer giving them a show of his delicious abs. She scoffed loudly covering her mortification, "There…There! If it isn't Black Butler and Team in middle-age crises, fulfilling their kinks!" Luca dipped his head to suppress laughing out loud but Svetlana snarky remark did get them out of their death-numb trance. The Butler blinked at the floor in embarrassment before glaring with hostility at the young woman draped in a comforter on the bed in his Boss's arms. All the men scrambled out of the room in haste and he was going

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

A slow smile pulled at his lips like he had just won the best prize of his life. “You’re Nico Moretti,” he said. His voice was low and rough. “Son of the man who tried to burn my club last week.” I spit blood from my split lip. “Fuck you.” Luka laughed once. Short. Sharp. Two of his men grabbed my arms and yanked me to my feet. I tried to kick but they held me like I weighed nothing. Luka stepped closer. He smelled like gunpowder and expensive cologne. “Strip him,” he ordered.

Chapter Thirteen Elena’s POV The world was spinning, and the music inside BLK Woods Bar pounded like a drum in my chest. The crowd pressed close, their cheers still echoing from my performance. But now it was silent unnervingly silent as Luka’s laugh cut through everything. He laughed in my face. A cruel, mocking laugh that made my stomach twist. “You’re a slut,” he sneered, loud enough for everyone to hear. His words stung like whips. “And you’ve always been one.”

I thought I heard him groaned from behind me, but then he was beside me moments later and take his seat at one of the empty chairs in front of Dad's large wooden desk. "Nikolai had filled me in. The shooter had been taken care of. Roman is taking care of the rest of his team. Now Olga, tell me your assessment on Luka." Dad demanded as he sipped his coffee or malt. With his trustee black mug, no one would ever know. "Luka?" I asked back at dad. Luka is a fine man, handsome with a sexy smirk, tall with lean muscles and smart...yup I like my man smart.

The grin falters on Luka’s face. I finally speak, my voice lethal with no room for question. “Move, Viktor.” Luka’s grin comes back. I smile to myself. He has no idea what he just volunteered for. *...*...*...*...*...*... The black mat is painted red with Luka’s blood. He’s on his back, blood pouring from his nose, one arm twisted under my knee. My fist is cocked for another strike when his free hand slaps the mat three times in desperation.