Luca And Nora Novels & Stories

he asked in a gentle tone. I sighed. "Marco, this is Lucian—" Before I could finish, Marco stood up beside me. "I’m Marco, Lyrica’s boyfriend," he said coldly, extending his hand toward Lucian. The tension between them was suffocating. I could barely breathe. "I’m Lucian. And Lyrica is mine," Lucian replied, gripping Marco’s hand tightly with a smile that sent chills down my spine. Sir Kyros burst into laughter. "Really, man? The gang needs to see this!" he said, holding up his phone.

I felt myself shrinking, invisible in a room where I should have been the one glowing. My world tilted, because no matter how I had dressed it, no matter how tightly I clung, I was nothing compared to what burned between them. I wanted to turn away, but my feet stayed rooted, my stomach twisting as though I were watching a play I could not stop. Elliott drifted closer, his steps uncertain but inevitable, like a moth fighting against every instinct yet still flying into the flame. Luca’s smile softened when their eyes met, a flicker of something private, something only the two of them could understand. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet.

I left because I didn’t want his people turning against him because of me, not after learning about her father’s plan against him. He ran his thumb gently across the back of my hand, his eyes dropping to where our fingers were tangled together. “That night,” he began slowly, “everything got out of hand. Ariana came to me, pretending to…” He stopped and swallowed hard. I could feel the guilt rolling off him like waves, and even though part of me wanted to tell him it didn’t matter anymore, I knew he needed to say it. “She drugged me, Nora,” he said finally. His voice cracked a little, and he gave a small bitter smile. “Can you imagine? A whole Lycan, tricked by a she-wolf. By the time I reali

“Why come for me at all, after everything I did.” “I guess leaving you here proves he’s right about us,” I said. “And I’m done proving him right about anything.” Elena fought beside Marcus, taking down an attacker twice her size with the kind of brutal force that still occasionally surprised me even after everything I’d watched her survive. Talia fought like a woman with nothing left to lose, which, watching her, I realized was probably exactly true. It was over faster than it should have been. Corvin’s people scattered the second they realized we weren’t playing by his rules, retreating up the cliffs and vanishing into the gray morning like they’d never been there at all.

Alpha Fred's mother, the Pack's former Luna, walked over to Fred with a wine glass in hand. "The Council Elders are all here today; I expect you to act steadily and preferably not cause any mess." Fred rubbed his ring, giving no response. He was only thinking: Chloe must have seen the messages, and she would definitely come. As for Sophia beside him, she was currently surrounded by a group of she-wolves, soaking up their flattery. "Miss Sophia is absolutely stunning. No, we should call you Luna now." Time ticked by, minute by minute. The Elder officiating the ceremony started checking his watch, urging them in a low voice.

Don Luca Moretti had rules. No holding hands in public. No moving in together. No key to his home. For three years, I had shared his bed in hotel suites and accepted that his penthouse was the one part of his life he kept private. Then I arrived for dinner and found Isabella Romano, his childhood best friend, wearing his slippers and carrying groceries. She let herself in with her own key. Just inside the door hung a framed photograph of the two of them. “Don't take it personally, Elena.” Her smile was sweet. The look she gave me wasn't. “Luca doesn't like outsiders in his home.” “And you have a key.” “We grew up together.” She lifted her chin. “His mother always said I'd be the next Donna M

The ninety-ninth time Luca Moretti canceled our wedding, I was on my way to the venue. "The Delorme shipment leaves the docks at ten tonight. Go keep an eye on it." Through the phone, I could hear the noise of a party and Nina's whining voice. "Luca, let's hit a bar after this, okay? We haven't let loose like this in forever." I tightened my grip on the phone. "You said we'd go see the wedding venue tonight." "Another time, Sophia. The shipment can't wait, and Nina deserves a chance to unwind." He paused, as if something had just occurred to him, and added, "Nina's craving the soufflé from that French place on the south side. Grab one on your way back." I stood there for three seconds

Lyra's POV I barely remembered leaving the hall after Darius refused to answer my question. The stares followed me the entire way some wolves pretended not to watch, but I could feel their eyes on my back others didn't bother hiding their curiosity at all. The Luna had returned after a year of exile, only to discover another woman wearing her necklace and standing at her mate's side. It was exactly the kind of story people whispered about when they thought nobody was listening.

Enzo asked My eyes widened in realization. “Because she told me first, Enzo.” Luca grumbled. Enzo narrowed his eyes on him. “Nora has always been an unproblematic Luca.” Luca hissed. “What does that have to do with me?” Hold on a second, are you trying to accuse me of something?” Enzo looked to be deep in thoughts. “I’m working with Nora, I planned the whole rape, marriage and pregnancy shit with Nora?” Is that what you’re really about to say to me?” Luca asked in disbelief

They were standing in front of a tall building with the inscriptions 'LUCASA GROUP' It seemed it was the inauguration and launching of the new company that sent Luca out for a week and into the arms of a more sophisticated woman. They took red carpet pictures,with fans going crazy over them. They looked like the perfect couple considering how gentle Luca behaved with her.His hands went to her waist most of the time and she didn't mind caressing his chest and resting her head on his shoulder as the media took photos. Aurora felt like a complete fool and although she tried to hide it,Ethan could differentiate clearly between her earlier countenance and the one she had now. He felt sorry for he