Luka Fat Novels & Stories

Fatima nodded shyly and then looked back to me, "You know what? I had an eye with Lucas and Trenton, but they are not single anymore. Only Patrick was." I looked at her with curiosity. Was Lucas not single? "Wait, Lucas is not single?" "Yeah, as per Patrick, he left his boyfriend in the Philippines." My eyes blink many times. Lucas is gay?!" "Hey, is Lucas gay?" "I think he is not because, as per Patrick before he met his boyfriend. He was engaged in a five-year relationship with his ex-girlfriend," Fatima explained, so Lucas was a straight guy, but how come he fell in love with another guy? Did he become bisexual? I need to dig in more information about this because it might ruin my plan if

Ethel told him, taking a look at the sleeping Luca with hope in his heart that he wakes up the same person. He's Luca,the Mafia king,he wouldn't allow some person to take control of his body right?

Who wouldn’t be blushing when you see an out-of-this-world kind of man with a broad body, yummy figure, and deep baritone voice? That is making him stand-out from the rest. Luke is an intelligent, hard-working, and billionaire sugar daddy. He always spoils his woman until he will be tired of having fun with them. Perhaps, he won’t even bother to change women because a womanizer like him is such a jackpot for others. His father firmly believes in him rather than the rest of his brothers.

Lucas? *

"What's my father's name?" Lea thought for a moment, "Jayden. His name is Jayden." Luke went inside his room after getting an answer. He climbed into bed and turned on the ipad. Luke is a smart kid and he has learned from many sources to manage the internet. Three months ago he confirmed that he was able to hack several sites. Luke typed in search engine, Jayden's name, then type Franzine Industry and after fiddling with some search results, he managed to open up all the links about Jayden Franzine, the CEO and a list of the companies and fortunes he owned.

I didn’t even think she would agree. But she gave me a chance to fix her broken heart or, in other words, make her fall in love with me. I thought it wouldn’t be a hard job for me; I had women chasing me all the time. As for Riley, she was a challenge for me. “Let’s get back to work. Did you look up at Carl like I said?” I asked, changing the subject. Luke grumbled, and I heard him typing roughly on the keyboard. He cleared his throat, and I chugged down my drink as he started talking. “Carlos De Luca, who’s known as Carl the dick.” He stopped to chuckle at his joke before continuing. “He owns car dealerships around Europe, also modeling and-“

I barely caught it. “What the fuck is this, Elijah?” My throat went dry. Luka’s voice was rising now, full of anger, frustration. “You promised me,” he snapped. “You promised you were done with this shit. And now? You’re out there, partying, getting high, doing the exact fucking opposite?” I swallowed hard. “Luka—” “Don’t,” he cut in, voice sharp with fury. “Don’t try to explain, because I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to deal with your flimsy excuses and weak promises anymore.”

Luke told his cousin Reed who was also his assistant. "What's wrong with it? This seems okay. There are a of guests and I’m sure there will be more once you developed it. Sta.Teresita is a good place to invest in." Luke took a sip of his sparkling water. He didn’t like alcohol. He only had it if he was with clients. He was a health buff. Some men have alcohol to release stress but he'd rather have sex with beautiful women than slowly destroy his body with booze when he had to blow off steam. He shrugged his shoulders.

The kind that meant she had already decided nothing mattered anymore. "So," she said lightly. "You figured it out." "Tyla," I said quietly. "Don't," she snapped, her voice cracking at the edges. "Don't say my name like that. Like I'm something you're disappointed in. I did what I had to do. I worked for this. I earned this. I was supposed to be Luna and instead the Goddess picked HER?" She laughed and it came out broken. "A nobody. A fatso serving girl with no title and no..."

I must be exhausted. “You are not crazy for any of that. Or anything you have said. It all makes sense to me. To be honest. I often dream of a black wolf.” Luka tells me. My mouth gapes open a bit. “My family believes the animal that shows up in your dreams is like a protector of a kind. Like a guardian angel.” “Really?” I couldn’t hide my disbelief. “Yes really! It is a beautiful thing you have these dreams.” Luka reassured me. It felt too good to be true, but I enjoyed the fact that he didn't think my dreams were weird. I was happy someone didn’t think I was weird. I almost cried at that thought.