Luca Balsa Idv Novels & Stories

“After hearing what he had to say, I didn't want anything to do with him. I thought he was just a crazy old man trying to mess with me. But then he promised to help me into the national team, so I stayed. He told me he had the scouts in his pocket. He said he could guarantee my professional draft spot after graduation. All he wanted from me in return was to make a sex tape with you. He told me my face would be blurred out of the video, while your face would show clearly for everyone to see.” "What?" “I swear I didn’t want to do it at first,” Luca pleaded, his eyes wide with fear. “But then I saw those national scouts in the VIP section during our last match, and I knew my entire future depen

Hated to know that Blaze Castelli had bested him once again. What could he say? The man was damn near perfect. Blaze had everything you could ever want in life - anything you could ever need with the means to get more. And now, he has Liviana, too. It was wrong. Plain wrong - some slight from the universe that Luka was working endlessly, tirelessly, and damn near desperate to set right. He swore that, one day, he would. Liviana would be his again. Just like she was always meant to be. It was as if Blaze could see right through him. Could see his intentions behind his eyes, hear his sick thoughts, and smell the rotten core Luka Rivera had hidden beneath the surface.

Now he knows that Emily, his mom, and their son would have wanted him to pick himself up and be happy again. The next morning, Luca took a shower and got dressed, he didn’t have anything else planned out aside from putting an end to his two-plus years-long fight with Claudia, it felt insulting to even call it a fight. he got a text from his assistant telling him that there were some things that he needed to sign; He drove to his office and spent the whole morning, reading and signing proposals. By the time his phone rang, it was almost three pm in the afternoon, he picked up his phone, and it was Nicho calling.

The woman stood near the elevators, unmistakable even years later – composed, sharp-eyed, and quietly formidable. Lucia had once been deeply embedded in Alessandro’s professional past. Elara knew that. They’d never met. “Elara De Luca,” Lucia said, offering a polite smile. “We haven’t been introduced.” “I know who you are,” Elara replied evenly. “I imagine you do,” Lucia said. “I won’t take much of your time.” She glanced around, then leaned slightly closer. “You’re being considered for something international,” Lucia said. Elara’s expression didn’t change, but her attention sharpened.

Does he have no idea what he's doing? This closeness, the way Javier’s breath grazes my skin. It’s already suffocating in the most unbearable way. “Just do it yourself?! Your hands aren't hurt!” Javier gasps when Luca suddenly shoves the balm against his hand. Luca storms out of the cave and this time, Javier gives a dramatic flinch at his retreating back. What's gotten into Luca? Javier reverts his gaze to the ointment, and then his eyes flicker with a secret smile.

Bellamy was hiding a smile as he continued typing away. “I have a solid investment portfolio and have made a wise business venture or two over the years.” Luca looked at me with the same look he always had when he knew he caught me doing something. Sometimes having a twin was annoying because they got to know every tell you had. I sighed and set my fork on my plate. “Avalara Key is my personal line.” Luca and Beatrice’s eyes widened in surprise. Yeah, so most people knew of the line. I had contacts in the kingdom that helped with the shipments and deliveries for the items I finished. I chuckled at their reaction.

She marched over and slid into the seat across from him. “Go straight to the point,” she said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. The man leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “His name is Luca Ventresca. Top of his class in cyber security. Studied in Milan, later got advanced training in the U.S. Known for taking high-risk freelance work, but keeps a low profile. I found old forum posts under a few aliases—” “I know all that,” Isabella snapped, cutting him off. “I didn’t come here for a résumé. Does he have any connection to Natalie De Luca?”

she inquired, her frustration evident in her voice. Luca slowly set down his fork, his eyes fixated on Natalie's. He extended his hand across the table, hoping to appeal to her sympathy. "Ivan has it," Luca admitted, desperation creeping into his soft-spoken words. "Please, help me get it. My dad is very sick, and only this antidote can save him. If I don't get it soon, he will die." Natalie's eyes widened, torn between compassion and skepticism. She had heard about Luca's father's supposed illness, but doubts started to gnaw at her. Something felt off, and she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that Luca was manipulating her and everyone else.

Her eyebrow's meet. "Nah... You're right. I'm Mr. Lust's assistant slush driver— I'm Barnald." He agreed with what the girl said. Luca didn't know why he did say that, but he felt it was better like this. There's a part of him that doesn't want her to know who he is. Why? Lyca only knows one thing, it's better for her to think that he's just an assistant of Mr. Lust— better for her or better for him? He couldn't really tell.

Jasper, silent but burning with focus, tossed the glowing ball to Luca, the youngest—and the most unpredictable. Luca’s golden eyes glittered as he caught the ball and twisted his body mid-air, moving with a fluidity that made even vampires pause. He didn’t play to win—he played to outthink, to outmaneuver, to unravel his opponents’ rhythm. A strategist. A shadow. A mystery. Carlos paused. His gaze fixed on Luca—not just as a father, but as a man forever haunted. Because it was Luca who reminded him the most of her. Of Alara.