Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

Just what kind of formidable figure had the Crawfords offended! "Who's this Mr. Luther? What's his background?" Marius growled at Ivan. Before Ivan could respond, Harry eagerly scurried over and asked, "You're Mr. Marius Crawford, right? Damian Luther isn't a big shot at all! He's just a lowly security guard who works for Spencer Corporation. He's a complete nobody!" A complete nobody? Was Harry trying to claim that the man whom even Saul was currying favor with was a complete nobody?

Chase frowned. “Chase, are you blind? How can you not know Vinny Luther?” Edward walked over and said, “Listen closely, Vinny is the disciple of South River City's Lightning Punch, Norman Rock! “Vinny, this is Chase, whom I told you about.” He then pointed at Chase. “Lightning Punch? I’ve never heard of it. Get out of my way. I don’t want to repeat myself,” Chase said impatiently. “Vinny, did you see that? This kid doesn’t even care about you!” Edward quickly added fuel to the fire.

“Gosh, Evelyn!’’ He muttered, bringing his hands to the sides of his head to massage gently with his fingers. ‘‘You broke your alliance with Devon for no accountable reason, he is right about his claims. Release his children to him and have their snide mother thrown out to the streets where she initially belongs.’’ I swore. I didn't hide the irritation in my voice. Luther was visibly fighting his emotions, his fists were tightly clenched. He wanted to defend her. He could not bear hearing her being called names. But I was glad he knew she deserved every inch of it. ‘‘Confront her. She wouldn't dare deny it.’’ I continued, looking him straight in the face with a malicious smirk tugging at my

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

Luther's eyes met Jared's. His gaze carried that same subtle, mocking glint. Luther's feelings for Yvonne hit a nerve with Jared. The silence from her still gnawed at him, and the turmoil inside him only twisted tighter. At this moment, every ugly thought he'd ever had came crawling back to life. "You're late, Mr. Ford." Seizing the moment, Luther sneered. "You couldn't find Yvonne, could you? She's gone. What a show tonight! I got a front-row seat to her turning you down flat. Turns out you're the clown."

he asked. I said nothing. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Closed his eyes for exactly two seconds. Then he opened them and kept going like a man who had decided the alternative was worse. "Don Lanzaro," he said again, slower this time, "is not someone you joke with. He does not have a sense of humor. He does not tolerate...." The door opened. Ivan stood in the frame. He was one of Lucas's men, broad-shouldered, with a scar that ran from his left ear to his chin. He looked at me once, then at Lucas.

While I was putting on my shoes, Luther came to me. “Greyson.” I was confused by what he said. When I was done with what I was doing, I stood straight and faced him. “What?” “My full name is Luther Greyson,” he then offered me his hand. I looked at his hand and he shook it a little bit, asking me to take it. He was looking away so I smiled genuinely and accepted his hand and shook it a little too. “Vivoree Villanueva.”

Luther scratches the bridge of his nose. My hand goes behind my neck, I'm struggling not to be so jealous, but my blood is literally boiling. "Who is that now? One of your many friends?" "No, stupid, he is the Captain of the bisons," Luther says, "he is a very scary guy, Marlon. Whatever you do, avoid him on the rink." I scoff and throw the half empty bottle of water back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?!" He frowns at me, as if I was being rude by throwing that bottle against his chest.

Paul scowled as Matthias sat back down and said, "Continue." A low growl vibrated in Paul's chest but he didn't move to stop Luther this time. Felix and Ivan stood stiffly behind me, hands fisted as I kept my eyes on the ground, feeling my body start to shake with fear. I gasped when Luther gripped my chin and lifted my face so my eyes lifted to his. I scanned his face warily, very aware I'd been told to avoid eye contact. Luther's eyes were green, a very subtle green that you could easily mistake for blue. He appeared to be a middle-aged man with dark blonde hair that was styled to match his professional position. Though he may look middle-aged I knew not to be fooled by his looks. He could

the men wearing elegant black suits said with a smile. “They are my researchers. They are humans and they are skilled fighters, too. The twins in front are Tristan, my assistant and Isaac, my righthand man. You can trust them,” Luther explained. He glanced at me. Love and tenderness cannot be denied in his eyes when he uttered, “Welcome home, darling.” I saw Iris running towards me, but she stopped when she was only a few steps away as if she was trying to hold herself back. She looked so pretty in her lilac dress with matching big lilac ribbon on her head which she paired with lilac sandals. Was it her favorite color?