Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

Lucca, on the other end of the line, shot to his feet, overturning his chair. “Enough!” he bellowed, panic creeping into his voice like never before. “I’ll sign! Send me the contract. I’ll sign it!” I laughed so hard I was nearly in tears. “Seems Ms. Balsamo is worth more than me. “Back then, for a few shipping routes, you were willing to send me to my death. “Now, for one woman, you actually bleed yourself dry.” Lucca’s stare never left the screen. “I’m not doing this for her.

“I don’t know why you’re friends with him. He’s weird. ” “How is he weird?” “Just look at him.” Fernando keeps running but I keep staring at Eduardo. As I approach him, he gives me a shy look and fake smiles. “Did you see the Age of Ultron trailer?” I ask. “Yeah. It looks awesome. I can’t believe Ironman and Hulk are going to fight.” “Yeah but Hulk is definitely being controlled.” “Obviously. By Scarlett Witch.” “How do you know?” “I just know.” There’s a small pause.

’ It was true, Luka did not understand his demon side meaning he did not understand Balthazar and his powers. “Okay, you right, can you please teach me how to control your powers?” asked Luka. ‘I teach you.’ They spent hours with Luka learning to use and control Balthazar’s powers. Trees were burned in the process making the animals run to safety. Ambrosia appeared but stood at a distance seeing his master in flames. Luka caught his scent and stopped with the fire dying down.

“I’m sorry, I can’t just abandon Ezra… I… I also… I really like Isla. Please don’t keep me from seeing her… Ezra is a good child…” Ezra is a good child, but what about Isla? Indeed, no matter how lofty Luca’s words seemed, he was still biased towards his own son, wasn’t he? Seeing that Vanessa didn’t respond, Luca grew agitated, pulling at her. “What I said is true, really…” “Okay, okay, you’re telling the truth…” Vanessa felt overwhelmed by this drunken man. With all this fuss, she was at her limit and could only find ways to soothe him, hoping he would calm down.

LUCA Lev Oleg was just the man I needed to spread the tentacles of my island project. The very first time he walked into pandemonium, I was thrilled. In fact, I don't think I had ever been more thrilled. And now, he sat across from me, on his third cigarette in ten minutes like he was a freaking chimney. “Luca Barone, or do I call you the devil?” My lips curved into a half grin. “Whichever you please.” I lifted my shot glass to him, and took my second shot of the night.

“Luca De Luca.” The room went still. Alessandro’s voice dropped. “My cousin.” Elara felt the tension tighten. Luke De Luca had been silent since triggering the original legacy override. Now he had just entered the battlefield again. “How much did he buy?” Alessandro asked. Elena zoomed in. “Seven percent of Solenne shares.” Alessandro frowned. “He doesn’t have that kind of liquidity.” “No,” Elena said quietly. “Not normally.” Elara felt something click. “Where did the capital come from?”

He turned to the chef who was already getting the batter, “Leave.” She nodded and scurried away from the kitchen and Andre took that hint, jumping down from the island he was on. The popcorn and Davina would be so cold right now but he didn’t care, he was more concerned about his best friend who never let feelings get to him. “I’m going to reject the Luna.” He stopped walking towards Enzo when he saw the hidden pain in his eyes. Why would an Alpha want to reject his Luna? Their bond was by far the strongest, there had to be a reason but Enzo was already walking out making André hold his hand.

“We thought we were building a refuge. A failsafe to predict social collapse and avert it. A truth simulator.” But then a third figure entered the feed. Dressed in obsidian, his hands gloved in chrome-threaded tech. **Luca Donati.** “Luca was only a financier then,” Clarissa continued. “He funded the project after seeing its potential. But I saw through his charm.” Elena’s pulse accelerated. “Luca wasn’t building a haven. He was building a *throne.” The flashbacks darkened. Silent meetings. Black cars. Bribes. And then……Richard storming out of a lab, shouting. Clarissa crying behind sealed doors.

Julius bowed and walked on, nervously taking peeks at his disoriented Master. 'Luca, I need you. Come back...please.' Arlen reflects in his thoughts words his lips found heavy to let out. Somewhere in Damaris, around the same hour. Luca sat on his bed, oddly disturbed. The night wind was calm, but his core grew warm along with his body. He wipes the sweat on his face and comes out to the balcony. The urge to mate strongly lingered in his mind and his body reacted. But he flushes it out with meditation and revisiting the new assignment he had been given. There was intel on Caesar's next move. One that could make crushing him easier.

"Enter." The door opened and closed with the quiet precision of a tomb sealing shut. Luca stepped into the pool of dim amber light. He was one of my oldest pieces on the board. He didn’t survive thirty years in the Cavalli organization by being a conversationalist; he survived by being a ghost who could kill with a whisper. “We have confirmation,” Luca said, his voice a low, gravelly hum. I finally turned. My gaze was sharp, cutting through the shadows. “Speak.”