Luke Rey Novels & Stories

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

He stared at Anthony and asked, "Who are you? Do you know who I am?" Anthony smirked and patted his face mockingly. "Then tell me, who are you?" How dare he eye his woman? This guy was asking for trouble. Luke was choked by Anthony's grip, his face turning red as he gasped for air. "I... I'm the heir of the Wesley family, Gregory Wesley's only grandson." Anthony didn't care at all, laughing even more wantonly. "So, if I kill you here today, will the Wesley family come to an end?"

‘She knows my identity, she is practically a monster, and the System is telling me to help her…’ Rey sighed deeply at this point. All the elements of the situation pointed to one unavoidable truth: he had no choice but to act. ‘And it wouldn’t be fair if I left the last one here…’ Rey wondered if the last kid also had some sort of special ability that made him a monster, so he used his [Absolute Appraisal] on him as well. [STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Jake Landon - Race: Human - Class: Junior Caster (E-Tier)

he said sardonically but Reed just chuckled. Facts about Luke Contrero: A self-made billionaire. Has a face and body that would melt any woman's heart and make their panties wet. Physically fit. A health buff. Generous. High-handed. Likes beautiful women and expensive cars. (in that order) Considers having sex as the best way to relieve stress One fucking machine Never fucks a woman without protection Doesn't bed the same woman for more than three times Has no scruples when it comes to getting what he wants

When he saw Lea with Jonathan and this kid a few days ago after the cruise tour, he couldn't see his face clearly due to the distance, but now from this close, Jayden was looking in a mirror and his image in front of him was his childhood self. "My name is Lucas Troy Amarin. I use the name Lucky Luke in the game, and you can call me Luke," Luke replied calmly. "How old are you?" Jayden asked again, counting to himself, estimating the time between his first meeting with Lea. "Five years and two months," Luke answered. "I was born prematurely, if you count the time between my birth and your meeting with my mother." Jayden admired how Luke looked so calm and relaxed about him. He must be a geni

“Your men are looking for you. They’ve been told you’ve been released, but there’s doubt among them. They need to see you in the flesh to believe it. Lyra asked me to call you.” Luke stepped forward, his demeanor calm but authoritative, as always. “Thank you, Beta Rowan. I appreciate the message.” I took a small step forward, placing a hand lightly on Luke’s arm. “Rowan, this is Luke,” I said, my voice steady. “Luke, meet Rowan. He’s… he’s like a brother to me.” Rowan’s lips quivered into a small, knowing smile. “Brother might be a bit of a stretch, but close enough.” He extended his hand toward Luke. “It’s good to meet you, Beta Luke.”

"What do you want to do with me, Luke? You want to kill me right? You want to wipe away my family right?" "That's not why Dakota, I never wanted to kill him or do anything to him and I didn't blow up your parent's house," Luke replied with an icy voice that could put out the huge fire behind me. "Stop lying Luke, I could feel your murderous aura back in the room." "Then you don't know me, Dakota, I am an assassin that's how my aura is most of the time." He raised his voice and my eyes widened. This was the very first time his voice was in a high tone.

Nate hit the ground with a sickening thud. A woman screamed. I stood frozen. Immediately, Luke restrained Nate by his collar and repeatedly struck him in the face, granting him a series of blows. “Mr. Alejandro!” I gasped when Rey appeared, and swiftly he reached for his boss and wrenched him to the side. I caught my hair with my hands in horror, and my voice finally came out of my mouth. “Stop it, please!” Luke shot me a glare but didn’t speak a word. He retreated and wriggled away from Rey.

She doesn’t doubt that he is, but she is not afraid of him. “He’s an old friend of mine, daughter,” Uriel interjects. “He came to help us with some matters. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him here without warning. But I need to speak with you privately, if possible.” “He’s a lycan…” “I am,” Kaelan responds. His baritone voice reverberates through the space. “I am Kaelan Darkmane, King of the Lycans.” A shiver runs down Selene’s spine, and she doesn’t even know why. Though her face remains calm. She had heard of him once, but she had imagined an old man with graying hair.