Luther Von Ivory Novels & Stories

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.”

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

she said tearfully. Luther opened his eyes. Tears dripped from his eyes as he watched Selina cry. He then shifted his gaze to Lucian. “Lucian....” he said in a weak voice. “Yes, uncle,” Lucian replied with tears filling his eyes. “Igor has told me everything that happened. Lester has hidden Darius and Grover in a hut in the forest in the kingdom of Merrill. He helped them to frame you. He will tell you where they are and then he will kill all of you there. He will blame Darius for your death so he can become king and make Violet his own.” Luther closed his eyes with tears dripping from his eyes. It was clear on his face that he was so disappointed and saddened by what his son had done.

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.

That stubborn little mate of his—he had better not be with another person, especially that guy named Martin. Just as he stepped out, a familiar scent hit his nose. Lucian’s gaze darkened as it shifted to the guy behind him, hands casually tucked into his pockets. Martin Luther. “Hello, Mr. Draven,” Martin greeted, stretching out a hand for a handshake. “Or should I say, Mr. Black?” Lucian wasn’t surprised, Martin knew his identity. He knew the Luther name in the business world. Martin must be a son to Trevor Luther, the owner of a large jewelry empire in California—one of his business partners.

"Luther, I've been thinking… I don't want to be with you and the pups as a mistress. I want to stand by your side rightfully." Luther froze. In the instant her lips were about to touch his, he suddenly stepped back to put some distance between them. "Iva, I think you've misunderstood. I treat you well simply because you're the pups' biological mother. The one I truly love has always been Yara!" Ivana's face fell as she stared at Luther with incredulity written all over her face. She exclaimed, "That's impossible. You obviously love me! Otherwise, why would you have pups with me?"

Ivo nodded but said nothing, just staring at Law. He wanted to know how much this tattooed fuckboy knew about him. “Okay, I'll start first. My name is Lewis, Lewis Linford Hugo. I'm the vice-chairman of the Black Wolf mafia. People usually call me Law, but just for you, you can call me Hubby or Papa, maybe,” said Law with a mischievous wink. Ivo sighed for the umpteenth time. Again with the smooth talk. The man in front of him was indeed a high-class gay fuckboy.

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.

“You’re all fucking monsters. I showed that bitch who turned me not to mess with me. Fucking turning me against my will, the furry disgusting whore. I killed her, and then I went to Zedi and Roger. They were going to be my next victims. I’m going to rid this world of you evil fuckers, and I’m going to swim in the blood I spill. I’ll tear you all apart, limb from fucking limb.” The venom pouring from his mouth startled Ava. Taking a step back, she felt her body tightening, ready to strike out and kill him. “He promised them complete power over the wolves. With the injections and experiments he hoped to kill every last breed out there,” Debbie said. Tears were leaking from her eyes showing her