Hugh Jackman Novels & Stories

As everyone was thinking this, the man in question walked towards Lucia, and pulled her into his arms. The people in the room “……!!!?” What the h*ll just happened? What did they just witness?! Did Leon, who was as cold and emotionless as an ice mountain… did he just hug a woman in front of them? This was like a mountain that just moved from its position of place just to accommodate a flowing river. It was totally unheard of. As the crowd whispered to themselves, Lucia who had been hugged was frozen on the spot. Why would this guy suddenly hug him out of nowhere with a lot of people watching?

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’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do. I tuned out, the chatter just a distant murmur until I heard the film starting up, bringing me back to the present. I did love a bit of Ryan Reynalds, but put Jason Mamoa in front of me and I do not think that I would have the ability to remember that anyone else existed.

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

"Have we met before?" "Yes. A long time ago, but you were too young to remember. Do you think you have seen me somewhere?" he asked with a smile. This man was what most people would call "Matured wine." He was a handsome old man with his white pepper hair. I nodded, and he chuckled. "I'll show you where you have seen me." He walked ahead of me, and curiosity got the better of me. I followed him to a table that had a wide mirror above it.

Naomi kindled hope from the bottom of her heart. "So you agree with me to marry your..." "I don't agree." Before Naomi finished her words, she was impolitely interrupted by Madam Hough. "Why?" Naomi looked at Madam Hough with a puzzled face. "Except for the president of Hough Corp and the leader of the Hough family, do you know what Jack is doing?" Naomi choked and shook her head guiltily. "I know he has a special identity, which is his secret, and he will tell me when he is willing to tell me."

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

But I would need to think of a way to escape Vogar after he has helped me. “So do we have a deal?” He called back my attention. “Yes,” I responded with a big smile on my face. “It’s beautiful,” his eyes moved back and forth on my face. “What?” I gazed at him. Confused. “Your smile. It’s the most beautiful I’ve seen,” he complimented in a calm voice. As much as I felt great about his compliment, I knew he just lied to me. A high-profile man like him had the privilege of meeting lots of ladies, and amongst them, he must have met extremely beautiful ones with great smiles.