Luke Hobbs Novels & Stories

I didn’t even bother with a shirt. He was waiting in the foyer like he owned the place. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug smirk and a black suit, his dark hair slicked back like he was walking into a boardroom rather than enemy territory. “Alpha Lockwood,” he greeted, his tone mocking. “Always a pleasure.” “Get to the point,” I snapped, stepping closer, my fists clenched. He raised a brow, pretending to be unfazed. “Just came to check on your father. Heard about the unfortunate... accident.”

Will Luke be able to help me out of them? ****

Luke stepped out of the car and draped his coat over me before taking me in the car. He fastened my seat belt, then kissed my forehead before approaching Leon. “Who are you?” Leon asked with his voice shaking. Luke announced icily, “I am Annabelle’s husband. My name is Luke Goldberg.” “Husband? No, Anna never loved you! I am the only one fit to be her husband!” Luke’s expression turned glacial in an instant, he proceeded to punch Leon right in the face. Leon had just managed to get up on his feet, then he was knocked over again.

She demands them to speak, placing her hands on her waist. "Both Caleb and James are missing as well Rebecca." One of the warrior's notifies her. Her eyes widen, and heart raising to a million per second. "Does Christy know?" She questions and turns to the sound of Christy's voice. "I'm afraid so Becca. Now, care to tell me how in the hell, did a bunch of well trained- professionals like yourselves were unaware that our Luna and two other men were able to go past undetected by you guys? How can she have escaped without being undetected?" Christy was furious, her hand pressed against the curve of her nose and eyes closed by disbelief and disappointment.

Luke Wolfe. Real name - Preston Dragna. The agent that was actually approved and sent to this case by the agency. "I was actually expecting you, you know," He says, letting go of me and walks back towards a table with a few bottles and pours a drink. "Why?" He goes silent and takes a sip. "It's obvious I can't stop you....Jacobs couldn't, so how could I,hm?" He's admitting defeat? That I could seriously beat him?

" Hello Isabella or should i say The Knight raven" LUKE AKA THE DRAGON

The crowd gasps in horror at the news and conversations start up between little groups when my father raises his hand. "Unfortunately that is not the worst of the news I have to share." He gestures to a man beside him to stand and take the podium. "Hello, my name is Gamma Harrison Kyle of the Summer Valley Pack." He looks broken over the loss of his Alpha and Luna and I'm surprised my father has allowed him here when he should be looking for the rogues that killed them. "When the rogues contacted us to tell the Alpha where to go, he tasked me with protecting his only child and our new Alpha, Cateline. He asked me to bring her here knowing Alpha Abaddon would protect her and aid her if the wo

I paused, then added, "Take some photos and put them on the pack network, say Alpha Drake from the Silvermoon Coalition donates 20 off-road vehicles. If he shows up to take them back, ask if he'd like the High Council to find out he harassed a marked Luna and tried to sabotage a mate bond." I pushed Drake's crazy stunt out of my mind and told myself it was just a run-in with a madman. I figured I'd never have to deal with him again.

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

"Who... Who are you?" the man stammered, struggling to his feet and staring at Howard. He had underestimated them, thinking Lukas was the only real threat. However, as Mystical Chubby moved to strike, he realized that encounter was far more complex than he had anticipated. The once-unshakable warrior had been effortlessly knocked aside by Howard's palm, and he knew things were about to get ugly. He had a hunch about who Howard might be. "My boss' last name is Lincoln, hailing from the Western Region. And who might you be talking about?" Mystical Chubby asked, his voice frosty as ice.