Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

Do you think you can be there? —I promise you that I will be there, I am not going to let you down, I will also be the godmother, I will help you make your day more than perfect. Has Saúl already chosen the godfather? —Yes, yes best friend, he is an incredible man, I hope you can get along when you meet. — Luciana twisted her lips when she heard the tone of her friend, she was always matching her with someone. —We'll see, I'll leave you now, since today there will be new investors in the company. So I have to be on time for the meeting.

, I held out my hand for him to shake. "Luca Valentino", he took my hand in his and shook it gently. I tilted my head to my left slightly and Joseph understood my instruction. Joseph handed out his tablet for me as I studied Luca Valentino's profile. He was fairly young at only twenty- one years old. His credentials were incredible and had graduated from a prestigious university, I wondered why he was only an assistant and so I asked him.

“Then we won’t give them one.” She looked into his eyes, the calm strength in them grounding her. “I’m terrified, Dominic.” “I know.” He kissed her knuckles softly. “But you’re not alone.” --- The next day, Lucia broke new ground. “Got him,” she said triumphantly, her voice sharp with adrenaline as they gathered again in the bunker. She tapped a few keys, and a profile appeared on the screen: Alaric Voss. Age: 58. Nationality: Dual Swiss-Luxembourg. CEO of a global logistics conglomerate.

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

Cherry defended herself. Luca smiled. "It's alright... I'm a retired soldier in the Philippine army. I don't have much to offer, but I'm the owner of ZEF hardware and technologies corp. I'm also planning to build a clothing line, though I don't have much knowledge about it; I just plan to name it after Vanna," Luca said. I choked on what he said. He immediately handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright?" Luca asked and gently touched my back.

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“I don’t have any idea. Finrod said the Dark Child is searching for the remnants of the Nromais.” “What is the Nromais?” “That is the wooden basin of the gods’ wine. It gives the gods immortality and power. A normal human can be immortal and possess power with just a sip of that wine. But it was guarded by the Crelts before, a giant blood-thirst creature who looks like a boar except for the fact that it can stand with its hind legs. It only answers to the gods. But when the Nromais was destroyed, the Crelts mysteriously disappeared. ”

I would have returned the favor even if it implied losing my job. “Don’t tell me you are still impulsive in your actions,” Elisa intruded my thoughts. “Are you expecting me to keep mute and let a lady whip my ass?” “Sometimes you just have to let things be.” “Why would I want to do that with Matilda?” “You need the job, remember. There are debts and bills to pay. The last time you acted so impulsive, you ended up signing a contract with Alpha Leonardo,” she taunted me harder. “That was me saving my Father. The scenarios are different.”

Luca made his decision, ‘Call Mishka, I want him here first thing, he will defend her when the Feds come’ Nikita nodded, Mishka was the Bratva’s top lawyer if he could not resolve this no one could. Luca scooped Lissa up and carried her to their bedroom placing her on the bed and covering her up she stirred and blinked up at him sleepily, ‘Sleep Zaya, we have this’ She yawned and settled back but her eyes did not leave him as he undressed his taut muscles rippled as he shrugged off his white shirt and then bent to remove his pants. His long pale hair fell over his face and he saw her lick her lips, smiling he stood up and flicked it over his shoulders,

The pattern of balance was too neat for a game that was supposed to depend on chance. They were playing something else entirely. The baccarat cards were purely decorative. Luca broke the silence between the third and fourth rounds—his volume dropping to the register of easy conversation, as though he had shed the barrier of formality and chosen to speak from his real position. “I heard you decided to cut away from your father’s business channels, Salvatore. Trying to build something clean.” A deliberate pause. “Exhausting, I imagine. All that effort just to prove you’re not a cheap replica of him.”