President Luthor Novels & Stories

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

"Always a pleasure to meet you." I grabbed two champagnes from a passing tray and handed one to Gomez. "Hello, Mr. Luthor." "Oh, please, call me Alexander," he smiled, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm Aurora Williams, his secretary. Nice to meet you." We soon delved into business, which surprisingly went smoothly. Mr. Luthor was the owner of Luthor Corps, known for being difficult to please and selective about his business associates. He only associated with people of his status or higher, and my ex-husband, Eduardo, was one of those rare few he respected.

The title was etched in faded red ink: "Remnant of Alpha’s Blood." My heart skipped. I didn’t know why—but something about it felt personal. Important. I wiped off the dust and just as I reached to open it— Knock. The door creaked slightly—it had already been ajar. Why knock? I turned slowly and froze. Luthor stood at the door. He looked devastating as always—tired, but somehow more human. His jacket was slung over his arm, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his dark gaze locked on me.

"Of course you wouldn't go near Diana. That’s exactly why I'm making sure of it tonight." I hear the groan of heavy engines from the tree line, and then two pairs of bright halogen headlights cast shadows across the grass. A couple of blacked-out cars crunch the grass, stopping about ten yards away. The doors fly open all at once, and two guys in heavy leather jackets step out first, their eyes sweeping the whole clearing like they’re checking for a threat. Then the back door of the first ride opens, and Luthor steps out of it. He’s wearing a tailored charcoal coat that looks completely ridiculous out here in the woods, his grey hair slicked back clean.

Then he turned his head around to the students who passed by with a glance. “Join the club that holds the players of the basketball team's future!” he yelled out. His voice was starting to shrink onto a worm because his mind was yielding a shield to protect what was left behind of his energy. ———- Josh chugged the water down his throat. The coolness spread in his throat, and they turned out to be the ones who shielded a hex in his skin, defending him from sweat. “Mr. President, you don't want to eat?” Tristan said. In his other hand, a sandwich was trapped against his grip, trying to persuade Josh out.

Chapter 91 Arthur’s POV Luke is right in front of me, with nowhere to escape to. I have punched and hit him in every way that can bring satisfaction to my aching heart. For a moment I stand over him, the noise of the ruined safe house fading into the background. Luke is bloodied and on his knees, the last of his men are already down, the last of his structure finally broken. All this time, Luke has been the one who has been authorizing the experiments.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

He himself returned to Jeswood. Although he had instructed his father, he knew what kind of person his father was. If he didn’t go back to keep an eye on things, it would be hard to deal with anything that might happen under Zachary’s strict surveillance. Zachary received the news that Luthor had arrived in Jeswood, but took no action. Public opinion online was still ongoing. To be more precise, Luthor had paid to keep the rumors circulating. As midnight approached, Luthor took out his phone, wanting to see what videos or evidence Zachary might release next.

I thought, and was soon marching down the steps like the soldier who had lived on regulations and ordered ranks. At the bottom of the stairs, I froze, consternated. One speaker is positioned at the foot of the stairs, facing the direction I had come. Luthor sits on a couch, legs crossed, like he had predicted I would be down any moment. But there's no woman. No blonde girl by his side, or anyone at all who's likely to bone him. “ What are you doing?” “ Taking your advice,” he replied nonchalantly, eyes shut, with a finger tapping his temple.