Ace De Luca Novels & Stories

His eyes go to my brother. “Alpha Louis?” Louis nods in response. “And that must make you Princess Willow?” He smirks again. His Alpha aura is incredibly strong…and dark. “And you are?” I request. “Alpha Ashley McCoy!” He declares. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure!” Oh, he has alright. Did he think I was stupid? Did he think I didn’t remember the night of the roadblock. I play the innocent pack princess because arrogant men such as him, fail to see women in any other way.

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?

He was talking with his father, their tones hushed but serious. I crept closer, staying in the shadows near the doorway, just out of sight. “It’s only a matter of time before Ace tries something bigger,” Luca’s father said. His voice was heavy with concern. “He won’t stop until we’re destroyed.” “I know,” Luca replied, his tone calm and measured as always. “But I’m working on it. We’re already one step ahead. Helena is just a pawn, and I have someone who can dismantle her completely.” I felt a strange pang in my chest. That someone was me.

" I did not get to see my gal." When I said this I heard Adamo laugh while Luca just went back to reading his magazine. It's because he is presumably still a abecedarian, so he does not understand what it's like to love someone. " Do not worry bro, you will be out soon and also you can see her as much as you want." I narrowed my eyes at Adamo when he wriggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, before I ultimately just shook my head.

Charity yelled and I turned to her, she looked baffled and scared. She pointed at the man. “This is the Lycan King.” I freeze for a second, then burst into laughter. “Come on, that’s not him. The lycan king will probably be at his castle right now.” Charity shook her head, disbelief in her eyes. “That’s him, he’s the only one with silver hair.” I look back at the man on my bed. No way, Charity must be mistaken. I did not pick up the Lycan king and bring him to my house.

I said. Beneath my photo, small white text. Lucia De Luca. Female. 23 years old. Blood type A. Height 160 cm. Weight 80 kg. Status: Wanted alive. Price: $500,000. I read it again. Wanted alive. Price: $500,000. "That's not all," Alexandro said. He scrolled down. A list of my organs, separated, one by one. I covered my mouth with both hands. "I don't want to see this, Ale. Please."

“She hasn’t laughed like that with you.” “I know. Don't rub salt on my wound or I'll send you off to a dangerous mission” Luca pause his lips and keep quite Alec leaned forward, elbows on the table, listening. Not talking over her. Not directing the room. Adrian’s jaw tightened. That is what he fears the most, he is nothing like him and it bothers him because he is everything she wants. Peace, love, emotion, stability and safety. “He’s doing nothing wrong,” Luca said carefully.

"Mamma pretty! Belly!" I almost cried. My Bronx loud laugh came out instead. "Luciano, people are staring." "Good," he said. He stood, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of my belly in that cut dress. "Let them." The clerk coughed. "Do you, Luciano De Luca, take Isabella Reyes—" "Isabella De Luca," Luciano corrected. "She signed last night. She is already De Luca." The clerk swallowed. "Do you take her..."

5 million dollars like it’s nothing? Luca gave it some thought and decided that the roads and factories could be built for under 500,000 dollars. In fact, Luca had even imagined how cool he would look when he took out 750,000 dollars and slammed it on the table, taking revenge on Javier for humiliating him and making Javier squirm in pain as he struggled to match his amount. However, now…everything was progressing completely differently from what Luca had imagined! Javier was playing his game completely differently, raising the pot by a significant amount even before the river cards were revealed. Most importantly, Luca had a pair of aces in his hand!

I was about to speak again but Luca beat me to it. "Deja a Alexa. Lo entenderé cuando te pongas llorón y pegajoso, pero una cosa que no permitiré en mi mafia es el racismo (Leave Alexa. I will understand when you become whiny and clingy but one thing I will not allow in my mafia is racism)," He snapped in Spanish too. My eyes darted to him for a second and something coiled in my chest. My stomach was fuzzy and I frowned. What the hell?