Alberto Luca Character Novels & Stories

“I always try to get Calistha out of my mind, but I always fail. In fact, now my desire to have Calistha is getting stronger since she started to know me. Hey, don't give me that look! I know I'm an asshole for toying with Emily's heart, but this is against my will. I can't control my own feelings when I'm near Calistha. Her deadly charm is too strong for me.” "Young man." Doctor Albert's grin was sarcastic while glancing at Luca sharply. He knew it was all Luca's trick so that he wouldn't keep urging him to stay with Emily. After all, Luca was obviously going to take advantage of this mess to get closer to Calistha and get her sympathy for a little attention. He will act like a formidable s

Luciano challenged in his icy tone, “Are you sure about that?” Alberto frowned in confusion. “Yes, I’m sure.” He then turned to look at Rita, who stood beside him—only to see her averting her eyes, as if she had been caught red-handed. “What’s going on?” Alberto asked in puzzlement. Luciano then signaled to Luca, who stepped forward and handed Alberto a file. Alberto opened it and began to read. As his eyes moved over the words, they slowly widened with disbelief. When he finished, he looked first at Rita and then at Luciano.

Silence. Luca’s gaze locked onto hers. “Name.” Alicia’s chest heaved, tears streaming down her face. “Valentino. His name is Valentino Costa.” The room seemed to freeze. I felt Luca tense beside me. Rafael muttered a curse under his breath. Even Bianca’s stoic mask cracked for a split second. Valentino Costa. That name carried weight—powerful, dangerous. A ghost from the underworld. Someone who was supposed to be untouchable. If he was behind this…

In order to discuss this matter further, Alberto invited Luca to a nearby coffee shop, close to Vin's company. Luca couldn't help but feel intimidated as Alberto's piercing gaze remained fixed on him. Having learned from past experiences, he knew better than to toy with Alberto. However, now that Sonia was his sister, he anticipated encountering Alberto more frequently. "Is it true?" Alberto inquired, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Luca, taken aback, asked, "What?" "You know what I mean," Alberto clarified. "Yes, it's true," Luca confirmed confidently. "I conducted a thorough background check."

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He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing. “Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.” My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it? I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him. “Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth

Then why didn’t he feel any love for them? “Oh, son! I’m so glad you’ve gained consciousness. I’m your father, Alphonso Di Salvo, and this is your brother, Luca.” They heard from the nurse that Matteo suffered from amnesia and it made their work easy. Alphonso needed Matteo’s help to take his revenge on Luigi, who was still roaming free. Both he and Luca had survived, but had to stage their death to plan their revenge. To the mafia world, they were dead. So Luigi would be shocked when they attacked him.

I decided to execute my plan" " Are you fully aware of who you're dealing with? Serena Riccardo, the Mafia boss and the deadliest. You've got some nerves boy. Maybe after these pass, I might recruit you to join my mafia group" " No thanks. I want to live a long life. I'll go ahead" " Sure you don't want to have a rethink" " Nope. See you again. Adieus amigo" Alberto placed his gun back in his pocket and left. "Quite a strange kid"

“We’re just passing through.” The man’s eyes flicked between us, settling on me with unnerving precision. “Passing through, huh?” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Alpha Slade’s been looking for a runaway. Word is, she’s got dark hair and a sharp tongue. You wouldn’t happen to fit that description, would you?” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Lucas shifted slightly, placing himself more directly in front of me. “We’re not looking for trouble,” he said, his tone carrying a dangerous edge.

“This is mine.” I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “Yours?” He nodded, walking toward a sleek elevator at the far end of the garage. “Keep up,” he said over his shoulder. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at him in disbelief. “You expect me to believe that all this belongs to you? After everything I’ve heard? They said you’re poor. A lapdog. That you’re nothing but a pawn.” Luca stopped abruptly and turned to face me, his expression dark. “Matteo Greco is poor,” he said, his voice low and cutting. “Matteo Greco is nothing but a pawn. But I am not Matteo Greco. I am Luca Romano.”