Luke West Novels & Stories

Ruby worried that Luke's dedication to football would overshadow his academic performance, potentially leading to failure. Nevertheless, Luke remained steadfast in his belief. He playfully dismissed the significance of those scientific cycles and experiments, emphasizing his dream, "None of these cycles or experiments will matter when I become an international-level football player in the future. You can work as much as you want on perfecting your handwriting but it's going to be me they're begging for autographs but no one will criticise my ugly handwriting."

I stepped in front of them but the second person at the center was not Coach James, it was Kane. “Kane here is one of our top students during his time. He is the most renowned Witch hunter in our organization. So, I suggest give your best,” Coach James said. Kane stood in front of me with the same indifferent look on his face, only his eyes intimidated me. “Come. Show me, Luke!” Kane taunted.

The walk to the lake is perfect, the path has been cleared of leaves and twigs, theres no wind not even a slight breeze, everything is so calm and the best sight of all is Luke standing infront of the lake looking perfect in a black suit smiling at me, hes standind with his father who will conduct the ceremony and Jamie and Jerry are both off to the side of him, As im about to make my way to him i spot mom and Christie in the front looking as beautiful as ever then beside Christie is Stevie and there beside mom is pops, my heart swells at the sight of him, i was afraid he wouldn't come. Soft music starts playing and Blaze says in my head "come on its time to get our mate" so i start walking

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

“I can't lose him too, not after everything that went around. The two of us have gone through so much to just simply lose one another. And I don't want to think about something like this happening.” “I know that you don't want to think about it, Liam, and that is why I'm telling you not to drag it from the universe. He is your beta for a reason. He knows better than anyone how to protect himself, how to protect others, how to keep them safe. No one is going to be able to hurt him.” She whispered, her eyes meeting mine. “With the number of enemies that we have going around and we have trailing our paths, with the number of people who are waiting for a moment to just watch us break…”

So I did. “Not long after I saw you last… after I told you I wasn’t interested in dating a biker,” I said, keeping my voice tight, “I went back home. Tried to lay low, keep to myself. Didn’t work.” His jaw ticked, but he didn’t interrupt. “Six months later, my brother Steve was named VP to Luke.” “Luke Jones?” Jarek asked, his brows narrowing. I nodded once. “Yeah. Him.” A flash of something unreadable crossed his face, but he stayed silent.

Rude was her middle name. “Lucy, what’s going on?” I asked, shutting the door behind her. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for days!” Lucy exclaimed, her voice trembling. “Why haven’t you answered your phone?” I felt a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I was jumped last week and my phone was stolen. I haven’t had a chance to get a new one yet.” I hoped she didn’t discover it was money for a new one that was the problem.

he said, his voice low but firm. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I took a step back, my breath catching in my throat. “Jake…” “This pack needs a Luna who’s strong,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Someone they can trust to lead them, to protect them. And right now, they don’t see that in you.” “And you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you see that in me?” For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, maybe, or guilt—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Being the best basketball player he was, he could easily slip himself through the hordes of overcrowded students till he reached the school's gate. His name was Chris Lukeman,16, and he was in his first year of high school, the All-Star Academy. He was known as the "infamous" Ace of the school's basketball team, due to his tardiness and delinquency as both a student and an Alpha werewolf.

Unsure of who he's searching for, I duck my head and hope that my long curtain of black hair will shield me from his view so I can escape. Most of the girls on campus would be ecstatic to catch Luke's eye. He's tall, probably around six feet or so, with broad shoulders. He's muscular from skating hard at practice and lifting weights in the gym several times a week. He's handsome with blond hair and blue-gray hazel eyes. But that's not what I see when I look at him. I see someone who has the power to resurrect my past and bring the fledgling success I've found at Western crashing down around my head.