Novel & Cerita Luca And Alberto Fanart

It's just that he's not friendly either. Luca is the mastermind of the pack. He is the contributor of thoughts and every smart move in the pack since he got the title Alpha, along with his brothers. But he didn’t like to talk about anything else other than work. Even Rio himself, who doesn't like talking too much, prefers chatting with Finn or Declan rather than Luca. He will only talk to Luca if he asks about strategy or pack problems. Luca is indeed a brainy, but he doesn't like socializing. Especially with women. For this reason, the members call him the Cold Ice Alpha, even though Declan is also someone who doesn't talk much. But compared to Declan, Luca is way worse than that. But now,

It's decorated for both comfort and function. There's a mirror opposite the bed, and there are a few photographs tucked into the frame. Curious, I step closer. The top photograph is probably a good twenty years old. It shows Luca and his family on the beach, and even though Luca couldn't have been more than seven or eight at the time, his impish grin is instantly recognizable. His golden hair is rumpled, and he's flexing his arms for the camera. Dante is standing next to him, already so serious even at such a young age. Rafe has a look on his face that makes me suspect he was up to no good, and Orlando, the youngest, is holding up a giant seashell toward the camera. They look so happy. So no

I scrambled to cover the drawing with my arms, my heart thundering. “Relax, Picasso,” Luca grinned. “You’re not in trouble.” Kael stepped in last, silently scanning the room. His eyes dropped to the paper under my hand. “Dude,” River said, brushing past me and yanking the drawing into the light before I could stop him. “This is insane. Who is this?” I went stiff. “It’s… just a character I made up.” Luca tilted his head. “A made up girl?” “She looks real though,” Alexander said, his voice low. “Too real.”

Lucas said before he started eating his food, but his words were stopped by one of the groups next to them as they said “Have you heard the rumors, it is said that the Alpha has regained his Luna?” “Does this make sense? I heard that the Alpha made sacrifices to the ruler, Selene.” - The word god will be changed to “ruler” due to some religious reasons - "Yes, the Alpha suffered a lot. Luna should be grateful to him, because he waited for her all these years. The Alpha Lucian is truly loyal." The werewolves said boastfully, which made Lucas about to lose his mind. He was about to turn to them and say something, but his assistant caught him.

Alissa gestured to the paintings on his floor. He looked to where she was pointing. “Thanks, I didn't think to look there.” He leant down to pick up the paintings. He spread them out over the bed, “I love that one.” Alissa pointed to a wolf head made up of trees and bushes. Luca straightened his back, a note of pride emanated from him, “That is one of mine.” Alissa’s head snapped up, “No it's not.” She was certain he was joking, it was a beautiful piece… it looked it belonged displayed for all to see.

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

She strutted in. After they subserviently closed it behind, Natalia poised in silence staring at him. As expected of someone who didn't go to bed the entire night, Leonardo De Luca looked tired. He was sitting like an angel at his table, dressed in white in the semi-dark room. But Natalia wasn't fooled. He had his eyes closed with his hand supporting his head. He seemed asleep but his left fingers were occasionally tapping the chair. Paintings, artefacts and books covered the walls which were in deep red....as usual.

He yanked open a drawer, pulling out a black folder marked with no label, flipping it open. Photographs spilled across the surface—grainy shots of men in masks, dim-lit warehouses, a single image of the crimson wolf symbol spray-painted on corrugated metal. “How do you even fight something like this?” I asked, stepping closer despite myself. “You don’t fight them in the open,” Luca replied. “You smoke them out. You make them reveal themselves.” Luciano’s eyes flicked up. “And I know exactly how.” His tone made Luca frown. “You’re thinking of using her, aren’t you?”

He unzipped the side pocket and pulled out his sketchpad and a set of charcoal pencils. Luca loved to draw. His art was messy, vibrant, and full of chaotic, emotional strokes the complete opposite of Adrian’s sterile, minimalist world. He took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of heavy sketching paper he had completed back at the Moretti mansion, and walked into Adrian's pristine, white minimalist living room. In the center of the room was a gallery-style shelf displaying a priceless, geometric black marble sculpture.

He spat the word uncle because he knew damned well that Alina liked and respected Pietro more than she would ever respect him. I smiled then. A slow smile that puzzled Alberto. A crazed look snuck into his eyes and I laughed. "You're not going to touch him," I said softly. "Because you need me alive. And you need me scared. And right now? I’m neither." The blade pressed deeper. Pietro groaned weakly. Alberto's jaw ticked. "Last chance, Luca." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I hope you brought more men. Because the moment I get out of this chair, I'm going to paint this floor with your blood."