Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

he laughed, “Guess what your lover has been doing?” I looked away from his crazy face, unfortunately I still had little faith in Luke. “Come on little flower, guess!” He urged. “Ok let me tell you,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. “He has been researching. He isn't trying to expose me, he is trying to figure out how he can become immortal too. Can you imagine?”

Someone had connected a speaker, and Morgan Wallen’s voice drifted through the trees like a worn-out prayer. I took a slow sip, feeling the sting of bourbon on my lips and the smoke in my lungs. “You know,” Luke said, glancing over at me, “I thought you were just another influencer when I first saw you.” I smirked. “Ouch.” He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I thought you were just pretty pictures and perfectly filtered van shots. But then you opened your mouth and started talking shit, and I was like—hell, she’s real.”

“Hmm, what’s Vladya up to? I know it’s only him that can pull a stunt just like this one. His petty task of taking revenge has really gotten me angry! I’m done with this and I’ll end that bastard—” The doorbell rang. “Who dares to disturb me while I think?!” I growled. Luke came into my room and fixed a bow. Luke is a tall five foot nine young fellow. Luke is twenty-two and undoubtedly the youngest among the ten of my prestigious men. Luke always wears a black hat with his usual formal clothes. And he always has a cowboy toothpick in his mouth. His facial expression is the same as mine. His hat covers most of his face. When looking at Luke, one can only see his nose and his mouth. Luke is my

Though the world around us blurred, his silhouette remained painfully clear. "Luna Wicken," Neve called, his voice tinged with mocking humour, as if this encounter were simply amusing. "I had hoped you'd come." I squared my shoulders, channelling every ounce of resolve I could summon. "You hoped wrong," I shot back, the venom in my tone undercut by the steady calm I forced into my bearings. This was a confrontation I'd anticipated in many nightmares, but now standing on the cusp of vengeance, all I felt was terrifying certainty.

A mahogany desk worth more than most salaries. No personal photos. No distractions. Just control. The morning passed in meetings. Reports. Security threats. New AI developments. His competitors called him ruthless. His employees called him unstoppable. Neither was wrong. Tomorrow night would be his last fight. Once, the underground ring had been his escape. The violence, the impact, the silence it brought to everything in his head. But things were different now. Now, he had something to lose. Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

This time it’s Alexander who asks. “I think so,” Luke replies and I fight the urge to coo. Luke is known as the bad boy of the group, the heartbreaker. With his full sleeve tattoo on his left arm, and his many piercings, he’s often believed to be the most difficult member to work with, but in truth, he’s just a big baby when you see him behind the camera.

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.

As we wait at the top of the stairs, I can sense Drake did not head down toward the offices, as I had intended for him to go. As we wait for the people in the car to step out, a man in his early 30’s steps out of the car. His two warriors get out of the car with him. As he walks around the SUV to help his Luna out of the car, I didn’t realize I had held my breath. As she came around the corner of the SUV, I felt my breath expel. It wasn’t Lucy as I had thought it might be.

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."