Night Fever Luka Novels & Stories

No shame. I padded barefoot down the creaky stairs, candle in hand. The living room glowed dimly—soft light from a few candles someone had already lit. Probably Noah. He was the sweet one. But it wasn’t Noah I saw first. It was Luca—shirtless, sprawled on the couch, drink in hand again. The candlelight danced over his abs and tattoos, his smirk lazy but sharp. “Well, well,” he murmured. “Look who couldn’t sleep.”

I replied—too late, and way too quietly for her to hear. I drove the few feet over to my house next door and parked. The lights were off, but I knew my parents were home. They’d probably passed out hours ago. I went straight to my room and collapsed onto the bed. A few texts buzzed in from Jace and Ty. They got home safe—with Eli. Good. At least someone’s night went smoother. “F**k, I need a shower,” I muttered, forcing myself off the bed. It had been an eventful night. But somehow, thinking back to Nova made me smile. Without really thinking, I found myself at the window, sneaking a peek toward her house.

I’m exhausted, my eyes heavy, but I can’t sleep, not when Luca’s muttering in his sleep, his hands twitching like he’s fighting something in his dreams. I keep thinking about Naomi’s warning in the cafeteria, how she said I’m getting sucked back into his orbit, and she’s not wrong, but I don’t know how to stop it. I almost kissed him earlier, when I was wiping the sweat off his face, his skin so warm it pulled me in, all heat and want that I’m supposed to hate. I held back, because I’m not that stupid and definitely not with his pack princess out there I woke up around two in the morning which was when Luca jerks awake, his eyes wild and he reaches out, his voice slurring. “Lily… don’t go… p

she snapped, her voice rising. He turned sharply, his voice cold and threatening. "Dare to raise your voice at me, woman, and you'll find yourself crawling among my pets." His words sent a shiver down her spine as she swallowed nervously. She rose from the bed, cautiously wrapping her arms around his neck. "Whatever it is, Lucifer, I can make you feel better. Just tell me," she whispered seductively. Eros scoffed, pushing her away with little effort. "Get lost," he said flatly.

“I didn’t... I didn’t sleep with him. I never wanted that.” Luka’s eyes flared with fury, and before Elara could react, he slammed his fist against the bars with a force that made the entire cell shake. “Liar!” he roared, his voice filled with rage. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what happened?” Elara flinched, her body trembling with fear. She opened her mouth to speak, but Luka cut her off, his voice cold and deadly. “I don’t care if you went to him willingly or not. You’re mine, and you let him touch you.”

His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken words hanging in the air. Luke let out a guttural moan, his body jerking violently. Laura gasped, gripping his hand tightly. “Luke! It’s Mom. Can you hear me? Wake up, baby.” But Luke was still trapped. --- The nightmare grew darker, the figures closing in until they were mere inches away. Their claws raked the air, their hollow eyes boring into his soul. Luke screamed, the sound raw and primal, but no one came to save him. The doppelgänger stood over him, its smile widening. “You see? No one’s coming. You’re alone, Luke. You’ve always been alone.”

Plus, without him running around, Terra and I could focus fully on getting everything done. “Ava,” Terra said while unpacking a box, “I’ve been thinking about surprising Luke with a romantic night. I mean…minus dinner, since we’re all supposed to eat together—” “Nope. Not happening.” I cut her off immediately. “You’re going to have your romantic night, and that includes a private dinner. Tomorrow, we’ll all have lunch together with Benjamin and our other friends. Tonight is just for you and Luke.” “But, you know he’s been dying to see you and Benny…”

The top bunk remained silent, a mute witness to Marcus's slow unraveling. One night, after a particularly brutal dream—the child had looked directly at him, had mouthed the word "why" as the knife came down—Marcus decided not to sleep. He would stay awake. He propped his eyes open with sheer terror. He counted the rust stains on the bunk above him. He bit his lip until blood ran down his chin. He held on. The hours crawled. The prison fell into that deep, humming silence that comes around three in the morning. Marcus's eyelids drooped. He slapped himself. He sat up straight. He stared at the dark.

“She can keep her party and her drama.” Jaden nudged me. “Speaking of drama… you coming to the hockey game tonight? Our team versus Ridgewood. I heard they’re brutal. Gosh, I wish Ethan wasn't suspended.” My stomach twisted at Ethan’s name. Last night still felt like a fever dream—his mouth on me, his fingers, his tongue, the way he’d called me beautiful while I came apart under him. And then he’d snuck out my window with a forehead kiss like we were something… real.

Anna immediately fell on the bed, she relaxed her body, feeling the softness of the bed. “Vampires?” Anna whispered, she stared blankly at the ceiling, until she fell asleep. When she woke up feeling extremely hungry, Anna opened her eyes tiredly. It was late, the window that hadn't been closed was blowing away the curtain like birds flying in the wind. In the dark, the bright moonlight provided the only source of light, it was shining outside. “Is it this late? Fortunately, I don't have to go to school today." Anna got out of bed, her whole body was light, Anna quickly went down to the room like the wind. In the dark hallway, she wondered if the maid had rested or not, if so, she had to mak