Professor Layton Luke Triton Novels & Stories

She looks stunning in her white lace dress with its delicate spaghetti strings, open back, and a short billowy skirt that makes me think bad thoughts. Unfortunately, I’m so distracted that Azazel keeps kicking my ass in the game. “So, mate, I have a few men looking into Lukan’s activities. A bloke I know from the old country confirmed that Lukan was in the city at around the time of your parent’s death. It took us a while to get that information, but it’s genuine. Surprisingly enough, Lukan is brilliant at keeping secrets. But I’m better at finding them and will find everything he’s hiding eventually.”

Dom asks. “The traitor knew that we would have let our guard down at the ceremony, which made it the perfect opportunity to take Lily. Surely they must have taken her to Ian at that abandoned rest place where we could find her.” He tries piecing all the clues together to get an answer. “If only we knew who the fucking tritor is!” Dom Growls in frustration. “Just what are we missing?”

My hand reached for the nearest object I could grab. I snatched up a pillow and hurled it at the approaching figure. But as he stepped closer, his features became clearer. Golden eyes. Silver hair. "Lucivar..." I muttered under my breath in recognition. Then why did his voice sound so much like the stalker from the training ground? But it was already too late. I had already thrown the pillow. Xevira instantly perked up. "The Lycan King!" "Damn it," I muttered. I had just attacked the Lycan King.

If he really didn't send the pizza, then who did? "It's okay, Eve, we'll figure it out. And right now, the only thing that matters is, you are safe. Layton is going to fix you up and you won't have a trace of the poison left in you by the end of the week," Luke promises, nuzzling into the back of my neck like he needs me to ground him.

Luke poured himself a drink, then hesitated, before pouring another and sliding it across the table toward Reagan. He didn't touch it. Instead he tossed a thin file onto Luke’s desk. It slid, hit the edge, and stopped. Luke sighed, set his mug down carefully, and opened the file. Italy. That was the first thing he saw. Then the name: Jordan Moretti. Luke’s jaw tightened just a little. “So,” he said calmly, “it’s finally happening.” Reagan remained standing, hands in his pockets and eyes cold. “This is about Jordan,” he said without preamble.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

To block out everything and pinpoint the ominous source. But whoever it originated from seemed to be an expert. I felt like I was searching for a needle in a field of haystack. “Okay. So, they know how to hide.” It just so happened, I was an expert at flushing out the filth. “Idris, I need to use the restroom.” I suddenly said, catching the Lycan off guard. “Right now? Can you wait until we get home?” He asked. There was an uneasy expression on his face as he looked around the floor.

I tossed my briefcase carelessly onto the couch before leaning heavily against my desk, pressing both hands against my face in an attempt to steady myself. When I lowered them again, my attention immediately caught on something sitting at the center of the desk that definitely had not been there before I left for class. A folded piece of black parchment sealed with dark red wax. Stamped into the center of the seal was the crest of a snarling wolf wrapped in thorned briars. The mark of the Lycan Elders. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. My posture straightened automatically, every trace of the university professor disappearing beneath the colder instincts of the prince I h

I wondered if defending myself was going to be an option. "You know that I'm with Eke Wolves, right?" Marcy asked. "Yes, our future Luna. Im so proud of you." Mom said with a proud smile and turned to look at me. "Maybe Mercy can upgrade herself and try to get with the Beta's first son, or one of their high ranking friends." "I've already found my mate." I said dryly. Mom's eyes were wide with confusion. "She chased after Eke yesterday and accused him of being her mate. My Eke! Mom, you know I love him, and as usual, she's trying to take away everything and everyone I have claim to."

“W.O.O.T. has taken care of your accommodation, clothing and feeding.” “Sure. As long as the toilet doesn’t clog every second, we are good.” “But Agent Annatoria.” Director Rad’s voice suddenly reeked of scepticism. I had to raise a brow. “Can we trust that you won't allow any… interference?” With a little squint of my eyes, I leaned forward and asked, “What is that insulting question supposed to mean?” “Your claims about the Lycan mission are concerning.” Lycan mission? I laughed. The word Lycan is funny. “What's that? A sweet brand?” The directors glanced at each other in surprise. Curious, I adjusted my posture and asked, “Is there something I am unaware of? You are acting weird.”