Luka Fat Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes. I named him after my favourite actor Tom. The guy that played in the series Lucifer recently. I find him to be strong and smart both physically and mentally." I opened my eyes wide. "I love that guy too. He is awesome," I said enthusiastically. "You should keep his original name." He stared into my eyes for a while then looked back down at the plate and grabbed a spoonful of spaghetti. "So, Simba it is," he said with a grin. I smiled with my bright eyes shimmering at him. "Nala and Simba," I said testing it out. "It's perfectly splendid." "We need to prepare for tonight," Luka told me as he held his fingers gently between mine still sitting down on the table with the empty plate in fro

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

Athena's voice cut through the silence, "I have discovered something about Luka, something that could give us an advantage. Please, hear me out before you judge." Ardolf, a man hardened by years of battles and betrayals, exchanged a skeptical glance with Brian, his loyal companion. "What is it that you've found, Athena?" Ardolf asked, his voice laced with caution. Athena took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "Luka's weakness, it's light. He's vulnerable to it, as if it could strip away his strength. I stumbled upon this during my time in their den," she explained, her eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and determination.

Leaning against the dessert table that Alexis had prepared in the place, Luka couldn't help but smile softly, drinking that glass of liquor with pleasure. Luka was an omega, and as such he had many limitations, even in his private life, and that included drinking alcohol. Luka did not consider himself a drunkard or something similar, he was not a person of that style, but he could not deny that he was curious about drinking alcohol, those drinks that everyone cataloged exclusively for alphas.

It seemed that he had been waiting quite a while. "Do you still have to go see Luka?" Leonardo seemed to disagree. Not because he didn't like Shopia, but because he was worried that Caterina would be tempted by Luka. He didn't want to lose Caterina, especially since his opponent was no joke. Luka's power and wealth were almost as great as his. He had found out information about Luka; he was the only heir to Adam's wealth that controlled almost the entire city of Sydney. He would be the richest man in Australia if Adam died and he inherited all his wealth later.

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

He's looking directly at me for one short second before turning to Millie when she starts talking again. Instead of the usual casual wear of jeans and t-shirt that I normally see him don, or if we were to be honest nowadays I see him more in his underwear or the lack of it, well, today he definitely looked different in that charcoal grey suit, radiating the aura of a leader. So his name is Luca? L.L.S. Luca Sinclair. He's not a millionaire as I imagined before? He actually works? Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family?

Sophia said, and Valentina smiled. “Will Damon be there?” She asked shyly, and Sophia nodded, and so will Laura as well. “Then I will be there, but I can't assure my sisters will be,” she said, and Sophia nodded. She desperately wanted to know more about Luka; he was a mystery, as were even his sisters. Do they have relatives? How was their childhood life like, and did Luka ever fall in love? "Valentina,” she called in a serious tone. “Uhm… Is this your first time in Italy?” She asked, and Valentina nodded. Sophia was confused. Then why did Luka say he was the monster Italy made?

“The great warrior Luka, playing the maid. I never thought I would see the day.” I frown, looking between the two men. “He is just being helpful because I cannot walk. I did not order him to do it.” “We know you didn't,” the King says, a small, dark smile touching his lips. “But Luka has stated many times that even if he found his fated mate, he would never fetch her refreshments. He is a soldier, not a servant.” Jethro winks at me, leaning his shoulder against a stone pillar. “I would pay good money to watch him scrub the floors for you every single day from now on.”

“This dress combo took me a while to come up with the concept, and I fucking nailed it! Catalina looks so impressed and touched. I think I might have a chance.” “Yeah… you totally screwed it,” Tamara replied sarcastically. “Focus on being the top in the class. I liked it better when you were feminine, Luka, and a nerd. Factually, everyone does… including Catalina.” Nabi advised, and they both walk away, Yumeko dragging her feet after them. Luka just stands there grinning ear to ear, I'm so darn sure he's thinking of another bad idea.