Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

He is more on the soft side, the more on the adventurous side. “ So…Violet… ” Luther draws my attention back to himself. I detach my eyes from the young boy and look back at Luther Vladimir. He places his hands on the table and leans in before intervening his fingers. A serious look crosses his face, telling me it’s time to get down to business. “ How much do you know? ” He asks a weird question. I don’t let the confusion show on my face. “ Enough for now. ” A hint of smile touches Luther’s lips. “ Do you know why Wolf came here? ”

***STEVE*** "That isn't Javier. That's Luther Redwood," Viktor said and my eyes widened in surprise. That was the second one I saw in the memory. "What do you want??" Damian asked him and he walked forward a bit. "I believe that you already know the preposterous offense you have committed against me and the only luxury I'm gonna be giving you today is choosing if you die first, or watch your friends die first," Luther said in a smooth British accent.

After a moment of being unable to answer North’s question, he got angry and yelled, “Miss North! I’m Ivan Ivory’s student. Are you questioning my professionalism?!” Ivan Ivory! Everyone was startled to hear that name and fell silent. Ivan was the most famous of the pianists from the younger generation. At just 23 years old, he had already bagged every award in the world a pianist could get. He was unquestionably the best pianist in the world. Ryan Keys was his student. That, in fact, did make his judgment unquestionable.

I questioned as I took a seat beside Viktor, crossing my legs against one another and pretending I had no idea why they were here. "Don Luciano." Ivan, Olivia's brother and head of their household hissed at me. "Get straight to the point or I will blow your head off," I warned, enjoying the way he tried not to tremble in my presence. Too bad the one person who allowed his nonsense was long dead. "Pardon him Don, Прошу." I turned my head to see Ivan's mother, a woman in her fifties or was it sixties with more sense in her fingers than Ivan has in his head.

He wasn’t angry with me like I thought he would be. “Warriors! Gather around.” He yelled without breaking eye contact. It was only when they had formed a circle around us that he looked away at them. “Ivory is your luna. She is the daughter of the Moon Goddess and Mother Nature. She has her own powers, as you just saw. These are not all of them, but one of them. Her uncle is Adron, who you just met. He is the creator of the underworld and has threatened our way of life. With Ivory, we are set on a mission to stop Adron from killing everything we hold dear!”

Cathy said coming from behind while Iris through her hand around the female. "You guys did what we couldn't do," Iris said kissing the forehead of the females one after the other. Suddenly they heard a loud growl from the floor, it was Alia jumping on Luther's back, who was Ivan's son. "Hey, this naughty girl?" He said before catching her, "I know I could always count on you, now come with me." "What?" Luther looked at her surprised, "I want you to get me flowers, I saw brother giving flowers to..."

Blake sneered at him coldly and questioned narrowing his gaze murderously, " Shut the fuck off, Luther! Tell me, is my wife with you? I know very well that you hold grudges against me. If you are holding any of our past enemity, let go of it. I am standing in front of you. Face it like a man and let go of my wife. Tell me, where did you imprisoned my wife?" Luther admitted without holding back anymore. Hands lifting up in submission, he stated with a cold sneer, " That's right, Blake. What do you expect from us? You had ruined our billion dollars project and bribed authorities to stop us from expanding our business in B Nation. Did you think that we would let go of you? Never! You deserve no

he spat, cutting me off. “You didn’t even let me finish, Drey. But that’s not the case here. You’ll do it either way.” He frowned. “You're sure I know him ?” “Of course,” I said. “He’s Luther’s father.” “Luther?” Drey laughed bitterly. “Luther doesn’t even have a father since childhood. Everyone knows he’s an orphan. He just works for some agency or brand.” I crossed my arms. “Hmm. How do you know? People spread rumors all the time. What I’m telling you is real. I was at his house. I saw the portraits. You know the famous hockey player— Xavier?”

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

“Ivory Hoffmann, ma’am. Arrested and indicted for involuntary manslaughter after a mining accident, and—” He stopped at Greg’s slight shake of the head. Lucianne ignored the duke and urged, “Go on, Ivory.” “Well, um…” Ivory seemed uncertain, and his three teammates by his side thanked Goddess he went first instead of them. Lucianne uttered, “Ivory, it’s okay. Just say what you’re going to say.” Greg closed his eyes and pinched his nose before giving a wave of his hand, the greenlight for Ivory to answer Lucianne. Ivory swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, “And um…after serving the sentence, I’ve worked under His Grace ever since.”