Luka Fat Novels & Stories

Our tar \get was his right-hand man. "Wait a second. You want me to what?" I asked Luca and he glanced up at me. I could tell he was holding in a sigh. "Lesedi Khumalo. That's Sante's right-hand man. He's a con man from South Africa but about a decade ago, he found his way here and of course, Sante took an interest in him," Luca explained.

-Arkyn- Kira is quiet as we step onto my father’s waiting private jet. She’s holding on to her cousin, Luka, while he whispers soothing words to her. Luka is like a spitting image of Beta Konstantin, just with the green eyes of his mother. I know they’ve always been close, closer than she and I could ever be. But I can’t help but think that it should be me comforting her… even if she wants nothing to do with me right now.

"It's not?" "Not really, no," Luka tells, smiling softly at her apparent surprise. "It's actually kind of fun if you find the right people to share it with." "And you... you found those?" She murmurs. "The right people?" "Uh- maybe," he doesn't disagree. "They're alright, but they're not right... I guess they're just fine." Liviana grins at his response, raising a brow as she asks, "fine?" The girl echoes. "Well, fine doesn't sound very fun," she says. "And I thought you said this was fun?"

More like she wouldn't have extra sleep hours. Luke stuck his tongue out a little, it seemed he just self sabotaged because Luuk's knowledge in tech couldn't be compared to his own. Luke is a naturally smart guy, he just inherited part of Tess's laziness. He was very versed in computer knowledge, gaming and acquiring information. Even from the dark web. One of his previous tutors was the second most popular hacker in the dark web and Luke got to know his way through acquiring informations in the dark web within mere days.

Or perhaps it was just her imagination, twisting the truth because of his resemblance to Luka. “He’s dangerous,” Luka said, his voice filled with quiet desperation. “You saw him during the battle, Elara. You know what he’s capable of. He’s not just some rogue leader looking to take over territory—he’s a killer. A heartless, ruthless monster who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.”

"I knew something was off when what I was doing was different from what she was doing." Beth looked between the two of them like they had lost their minds. "What are you two talking about?" "Jeremy wants to have sex with you," Brandon stated. Her brows descended. "Enough! Have sex with me? You must be seeing things. Jeremy wants to help me." "He's paid to train you, Beth." "Still! He wants to be my friend. Luka even has an apartment for me." "Who the fuck is Luka?" "A friend of Jeremy's who Jeremy talked to about my hunt for a place to stay. Luka is a realtor," Beth responded, crossing her arms and facing him squarely.

“He’s been with me since my first shift, and let me tell you, he’s been dying to meet both of you.” “Both of us?” she asked, tilting her head. “You and your wolf,” I clarified. “He’s been more excited about this than I am, and that’s saying something.” Sofia laughed softly, the sound easing some of the tension in the air. “What’s Luka like?” I smirked. “He’s... bold. Strong-willed. He doesn’t like being told no, and he’s fiercely protective. But he’s also wise in ways I’m not. He keeps me grounded when I need it.”

The butler looked at her and then bowed a little, “I was instructed not to let anyone know his condition— but I am really concerned about him now that he had heard that Lady Charlene is declared as the Fated Luna of the Lycans…” “What?” “Pardon? Lady Charlene has been declared as the Fated Luna of the Lycans by the Lycan King and the Saint themselves,” the butler elaborated. This has been the talk since the morning and when it reached Weiss’s ears— he looked as if the world was going to end. “Let me see him,” Ignes firmly requested… she was really concerned.

Even someone with poor vision could see that they were related. “And who are you?” My mother Brook’s father. “My name is Jason Blakley, also known as the Legendary Crescent Wolf, or in your case, the true Alpha King.” He said, his voice booming through the auditorium with such authority, that it was hard to deny his claim.

"She talks softly. She doesn't raise her voice. She is the Perfect Luna. You are too sharp, Alina. You need to soften your character." "I have been through seven years of hell, Julius. I can't afford to be soft." "Well, then pretend you are," he brought a vial that was filled with a shining gold liquid. "And never forget the rules." "I know them," My voice said under my breath. "Repeat the rules."