Luke Castellan Age Novels & Stories

It's cheesy, but it's them—and I love them for it. And Luke—our charming rebel—joined us in the last year of middle school. Christian and Jake bonded with him over a mischief-filled escape from science class that nearly burned down the lab. I wasn’t amused, but they found it hilarious. Luke, with his athlete’s build and easy smile, was immediately one of us. His father, once a football legend, now owns half the gyms in Orlander. While the rest of us treat football like a college pastime, Luke has his heart set on going pro. And we’re all rooting for him.

The dwarf asked, referencing Luke calling the shadow my lord many times. "Just because he called it my lord doesn't mean they were one. Besides, who is this man in her vision?" Maudie continued to argue. "That is Luke Chambridge. He is a known associate of Stefan. I have brought the recommendation letter made for Luke by Stefan. I brought statements from the Dean of the Partha Octia University. In which Stefan bailed Luke out of serious trouble by blackmailing to no longer support the campus financially. Which is also against the law." Nate added shooting the witch a warning look. "I also brought Luke's transcript showing that he studied under Stefan for 2 years before coming to Partha Octia

“Amanda, I didn’t have time to warn you, but Andrés’s son is here, and he wants to fight for what’s rightfully his.” “Who is this upstart? He wants to take what’s mine? Tell me where to find him right now because I’ll let him know that no one messes with Amanda Grayson.” “Mr. Luke is older than you, Amanda. He’s twenty-eight, and he’s no upstart. I did some research, and he has many businesses in the United States; he’s just as rich as you are.” “Well, I don’t care... This Mr. Luke is going to hear from me,” I hung up immediately. “Where can I find Mr. Luke?” I asked the three men who couldn’t stop looking at me with desire-filled eyes.

The stranger questioned, and Luke found that his voice didn't work, so he shook his head. The stranger's eyebrows pulled together tighter. “You don't feel that?” He asked as he continued trailing his finger along his face. Luke slowly shook his head, not sure what he was supposed to feel. “How old are you?” “17. I'll be 18 in two weeks.” Luke said, and the stranger's mouth formed an O. “Oh!... That explains it,” the stranger said, and Luke looked toward the kitchen where his dad was standing. His eyes questioned his Dad, and Noah released Claudius as he stepped forward.

Luke said with a gentle smile, putting his arm around Rebecca's waist. "I just want to see them happy," Rebecca replied, her voice full of pride. In the corner of the hall, Lucas stood in front of a large birthday cake. He looked extremely handsome at the age of 17. With a firm jaw, clear skin, and piercing blue eyes that had inherited his father's genes, Lucas caught everyone's attention. His brownish-black hair was neatly combed, adding to his alluring charm. Many eyes couldn't look away from the young man. "Happy birthday, Lucas," a guest shouted, followed by a round of applause.

Sarah shot her first question. “Next.” His tone didn’t even leave a place for a debate. “How old are you?” Sarah wanted to know. She made a mental note to look into it later. “Too old.” Sadness painted Luke’s voice and his eyes lost focus. He was thinking of something, remembering something… “I was born in the 14th century, 1345 I think…” Sarah was speechless for a moment; no word came out of her mouth even though she wanted them to.

Our family is the richest clan in the country and the second richest in the US and Europe. I am Luke Wilson. I am 17 years old and currently studying at Golden Oak School for the Elite as a senior high school. At my age, I already achieved so many things. I was a genius in computer and technology at the age of 10 and was awarded as the youngest computer science genius. I have created a computer anti-virus called Angel at the age of 12.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Alex looked at me with a questioning expression, like she could already tell something was off. “Alex,” I said quietly. She turned to me, brows raised. “What?” I swallowed hard. “There’s something I need to tell you. I just had to wait until you were fully recovered to say anything.” I could see the moment her heart dropped, but she kept her expression bare. “Go on…” My palms felt slick against each other. I looked at Killian, a silent agreement passing between us as he gave me a small nod. I took a deep breath and spoke. “Luke Castillo… he isn’t our father.”

'This coffee is definitely better than the coffee on Earth. "Can I also have some coffee?" Luke happily said as he looked at Frost's mug. "Nope. Drink your milk. You're too small for your own age." Frost mercilessly rejected the little guy. She was telling the truth though. Luke was really small for his age. He is 10 now but he looks like he is 7. Luke couldn’t help but pouted at what Frost said. He wanted to act pitiful at first but his Big sister stared at him. So he decided not to do it.