Novel & Cerita Luke Morrow

“I’ve uncovered a lot. Thanks to old contacts from the revolution days. People who prefer to stay in the shadows—but they know things. About her father... and her past.” A chill ran across my skin. “What else did you find out?” He smiled. Not a friendly smile—quiet, dangerous. “Enough to destroy any chance of redemption. Enough to make sure the Morripin name stays where it belongs: in ashes.” My arms slowly dropped to my sides. Morripin?* So that was her last name? Luke had always been neutral. Always waiting to see which side came out stronger before he picked one. But now\... it felt like he had finally made his choice.

**AUTHORESS'S POV*** Luke hiding in a basement room which he had been in for a week now, he wears face masks to protect his face from hunters, who must have seen his posters and pictures all over the country as the man wanted for a ransom also the cops too. With a sigh he stared at the couple's picture of him and Valerie. Then smiling as tears rolled down his eyes, he drank from a big whiskey bottle, grimaced at the taste then coughed before taking down a big gulp again. I lost her, I love her , what am I supposed to do now, she's married and gone, why didn't it work out, why didn't they give her the acid bath so she could feel my pain, ... what is the next thing, I am being investigated and

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?”

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.

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.

He’s human, he’s fun and there is nothing serious going on between us – exactly what I want. Some would judge me for being with a human and some would judge me for taking my own pleasure when I want. Some would judge me as a woman, sleeping with someone without commitment where they wouldn’t pass that same judgement on a man. I no longer let other people’s judgements stop me from having the fun I wish to have. Joshua is my rebound guy, as Lily teases me, helping me get over Drake. I had not heard from Drake in months. He had communicated with my father about a new alliance he is forming, which will benefit the entire alliance. I listened with interest as my father told me but was secret

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…”

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

No interference on the channel. Damon Moreau stood inside his penthouse, framed by floor to ceiling windows, speaking into his phone. Thirty-three years old. Tech billionaire. CEO of Moreau Innovations. Untouchable. Until tonight. Luca had done this hundreds of times. He didn’t think about faces or memorize eyes. He treated targets like coordinates. In. Execute. Out. That was the contract. Adrian’s voice crackled softly in his earpiece. “Confirm visual.” “I have him.”

"That's Dante freaking Morelli, and he cannot see Daxton, and you cannot mention Daxton around him, and—" "Holy shit," Luke breathes. "That's Dante Morelli. Like, the Dante Morelli. The one with no social media presence, no public photos, complete mystery man Dante Morelli?" I stare at him. "Is that really what you're focusing on right now?" "I'm just saying, he's even hotter than the rumors suggested—" "Luke!" "Right, sorry." He holds up his hands in surrender. "Windows closed. Mouth shut. Got it." But I'm barely listening anymore because I can hear it—that small, pitiful cough from Daxton's room that makes my entire chest constrict with fear.