Purple Hearts Luke Novels & Stories

He was so proud of Sarah for taking this huge step and starting her new life. But as he drove, Luke suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He winced, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. He pulled over to the side of the road, feeling his heart racing in his chest. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, everything went black. Luke's head slumped forward, and his car drifted to a stop on the side of the road. He was unconscious, and no one knew what was happening to him.

Still I remained stubbornly defiant in my refusal to cry out, even as the warm metallic flood filled my mouth. Eventually the relentless assault began to slow, blow by blow slowing as if Luke used my body to gradually unwind, a fun activity to pass the time. Barely hanging on to consciousness, I could taste the coppery tang of what seemed to be my looming demise. Deep down, my heart knew I might not make it out of here alive. Luke had gone mad. There was no stopping him. My heart constricted painfully in my chest as I thought back to the people I would leave behind.

Exams for University admission are near, in just a month you'll be back in one of these classes putting your future at risk, you must work hard and pursue your dreams. Tommy Parks, a handsome guy from the football team, raised his hand after adjusting the team jacket. "And what about those of us who want to continue with football and have scholarships? Miss Wood, I don't think we'll ever see each other again, with all due respect, I hope to stop seeing the faces of the teachers and nerds from this school."

Luke felt a soft and cold hand grab his hand before he could take a step to leave. She shook her head as those blue eyes once bright now filled with glum. One could tell by merely looking at her eyes how deep the wound in her heart was. Tyler stood there like a bystander, watching the romance between the hero and the heroine unfold. Luke wasn't a villain who would cause any misunderstanding between husband and wife. Yes, he loved Jade so much so he was willing to be a friend who would stand by her side and catch her when she fell and the love of her life wasn't willing to protect her.

He had shiny black hair, chiselled jaw, thin lips and those blue eyes the pierces right through your soul. My emerald eyes met with his smoldering blue ones, my lips lifted in a soft smile but all I received was a cold, unfeeling glance. Despite knowing we were fated mates, it was glaring that he didn't want to be with me. That fact hit me deep in my guts. I arrived at where he was standing, my heart beating wildly against my chest. “Do you, Mia Bennett of the Night shade pack, take Alpha Lukas Hawthorne of the Red moon pack as your husband?”

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

Every time Luke declared his love for me, he touched my frozen heart. "I'm really lucky to have you. My memories were incomplete and shattered. My self is broken and split into five including me. One of my other selves is a heartless killer. You're engaged with the Ice Princess. Your wife to be is crazy. But still your love for me is pure." Luke was tracing small kisses on my neck when I made that statement. "You know my love can thaw your frozen heart because it's burning for you. When the time comes that you're complete, I want your heart to burn for me. I love you Alora." He said while hugging me tighter.

He can be such a big softy sometimes, but the part of him staring at me now is fear that he might lose me to Luke again. Pulling Luke into a hug, tears start flowing down both of our pained faces. His hug is not gentle this time; a gentle hug still gives me space to breathe; this hug is strong, this hug is stronger than anything I've ever known; it tells me everything that I am to him, body, mind, and soul. I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects my heart.

Luke growls and charges at him. The last of them drops to the floor; limp and dead, his heart wrenched out of his ribcage. The florescent lights return, flooding the room, revealing the extent of the bloodbath. I blink against their sharp brightness. Luke looks more beast than man; his broad shoulders tight with tension, every inch of his chest and torso either covered by tattoos or blood. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his voice split into two, and I notice the presence of his wolf flickering bright yellow in his good eye.

“Oh no. He played a major role in the death of my sister. She was a pawn in his games. My sister had no life outside that man.” “So how is it Rowan’s fault? Don’t blame anyone here. Let’s mourn Sasha in peace.” “I can’t lose my sister this way. Noooo! She never had a good life.” Luke was on the verge of tears. Pam simply snugged him to her chest. Rubbing his head and patting his back. “Take heart. There is a reason for everything.” Just then, a knock came on the door. “That must be the delivery man.” Pam went ahead to open the door without confirming who it was.