Luke Wilson Novels & Stories

"You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent" My lips formed a fine arc, my eyes staring intently at a man who was possibly in his early fifties. "Thanks, I'm very flattered by your words". The man chuckled, stroking his beard with his calloused hands. " This is Hugh Dean,you might not know him - but he was a legend during my time. "- Della stared at the man, the adoration in his eyes were so blinding - it was hard to ignore. "Mr Hugh, i have heard of him and certainly watched a few the movies he had directed. And they were all blockbusters."- I lied through my teeth.

It’s so warm and rich, and I know for memory it’s Alden. “Well Alpha,” someone else else replies. I'm assuming it’s a doctor. “I would assume she will wake soon. It seems we have a miracle on our hands.”

Fred asked, and Natalia rolled her eyes and watched Iris' reaction. "It's not a great idea, especially now that Adonis has lost his dad. He needs you right now." "He has you," Fred said, and Iris attempted to deflect. She turned to face Fred. "Is his wolf doing doing okay?" Fred glanced at Natalia before responding. "He's having trouble coping." Iris looked uncomfortable discussing Adonis' secrets in front of Natalia, and Fred smiled. "She knows," he said calmly. "I told her the truth." "And are you okay with it, Natalia?" Iris inquired after getting over her surprise.

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

"Mr. Walker?" Wendy asked, "The Mr. Walker you're talking about, is he Luke?" Taylor nodded and replied, "Yes, Ms. Middleton, it's Mr. Walker from JL Capital." At that moment, Taylor had already reached the car. The door opened automatically, revealing Luke's profile gradually. As he turned his face, our eyes met, and in that instant, I could see the cold and indifferent arrogance in his eyes.

It can’t be Luke. ***

CHAPTER 3 “He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open. Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.

☆DON LUCAS ROYECE☆ Male lead 29 years old a royal prince heir of ROYECE royal family and CEO of DLR group of companies 6 feet height quite charming and handsome no girl can escape from his charm he is the most eligible bachelor in the country whom every girl desires to get in their life every man dreams to become like him but no one knows that he is a royal prince he is a dark beast but for whole world he is gentleman his only friends are dhiren william and liam Smith

I clenched my jaw to suppress the feeling his words stirred in me. Instead, I looked at the two troopers to see if the one he mentioned was there. They were both cute, and if this were before Logan, I’d have been interested. But now they do nothing for me. “Yes, there is a Trooper Bryant,” I answered. The trooper in question raised an eyebrow at his name and looked at me. “Luna?” he asked in a whisper that I’m pretty sure no one else heard. I blinked. ‘He’s a werewolf.’ Theia kindly pointed out. ‘Duh.’ I internally rolled my eyes.

“Billy.” He gave her an awkward hug. “Glad you could make it.” He glanced over at Brandt. “Luke. Good to see you.” Both she and Brandt froze. Billy wasn’t aware he’d made a misstep. “Luke died about two years ago, remember? This is Luke’s brother, Brandt McKay. Brandt, this is Billy Reynolds.” They shook hands. “Sorry about that,” Billy said. “Sometimes I think I’ve landed on my head too many times and my memory is goin’.”