Luke Wilson Novels & Stories

Mike smiled up at me. “I need you to keep Lynn with you. You are her protection.” Oh hell no, is this what he wanted me to do, protection duty. “What are you playing at Mike? I will help you deal with Joseph but I am not keeping that woman with me and protecting her. Forget it.” Mike glared at me and I glared right back. He had me fucked up if he thought I was doing this, I’m not a guard dog. I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

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.

Ruby asked Mia, angrily. Mia sighed heavily, “Did you not see who that man was?” “Who is he?” “He is Luke Sawyer. He is one of the billionaires in our country and he owns the largest oil and refinery company in the world.” He looks and behvaes cruel but his credentials sounds like every girl's dream lover.

I tell him, yet my tone quivers. "You can take responsibilities for the Pack wide search going for you. The time off work people have had to have. You can even be held accountable for all the innocent souls Rylan has tortured for information." Burke is enjoying telling me this. There is little I believe about that. Not the weak Alpha who only sent out the most pitiful guards for me. He can't have changed that much. "He wouldn't," I say carefully. "You doubt it, do you? Have you not seen the Pack of Peace turn into a frantic search for their Luna? Be lucky they aren't brave enough to venture this far into the forest," he taunts. "They would drag you back to Rylan without a second thought."

Finally, Luke actually defeated him, and he was immensely humiliated. Had it not been for Luke’s act of showing him mercy at the time, he would have been killed! How could he accept that willingly? Afterward, he investigated and found out that the moron Luke had actually found a backer known as Zayn Larson from Waltz City. Luke made himself Zayn’s lackey! On the other hand, the only reason Luke made a breakthrough in his training to become a master fighter was Zayn’s help. Syrus had heard about Zayn’s reputation and knew that he was an absolutely skilled professional that he could not afford to offend.

The girls walked into their rooms, took cold showers, and changed before stepping out. I went on a date with Luke Daniel. A 45-year-old I met on Twitter three months ago. While chatting, I’d appeared not to be interested in him, but secretly, I’d been. Dark-haired. His tanned skin glowered at the glimmering light in the dark and his labradorite-coloured eyes sparkled with intelligence. Averagely built and 6’5 ft tall. His lips quirked with sardonic humour from our previous chats on the phone. He had always enticed me. Luke is a civil engineer, and we did a one-on-one meeting on the eve of my birthday, finally.

He had green, evil-looking eyes and was clean-shaven with a pale skin tone. "Justin says he wears a lot of disguises, but that is what he looks like. He is also an Alpha with an underground pack." Luke explained, and I was surprised. "Did you learn anything else?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Luis is here on Woodclaw island," he said, and I wasn't surprised because it was apparent the man wanted to be at the top. The only way he could mess the Moon family up is to cripple us financially and weaken our military support. He had done those things already. He was bound to swoop in for the kill.

I tell Zander. Zander pauses and looks at me. Yeah he and I don’t see eye to eye. We never have, even as kids. Zander is actually age wise between me and Ken, but we are not close. “Lawson Alpha, Collins Beta, the new Black Hills Pack of South Dakota, USA?” Zander says looking at Luke. Luke, Prince Luke Cameron, Heir to the Lycan King. “As the goddess made it,” Luke says downing another glass. Athena-Ready to tell them?

“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