Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

I called. The door opens just enough for Elianna’s head to pop through. “Am I interrupting?” she asks, eyes scanning the room before landing on me. “You look like hell.” Luca exhales a small laugh and stands, tossing the tape roll back into his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says. “Tomorrow?” I blink. He slings the strap over his shoulder. “Every other fighter in Rome wants a shot at Belva.” A small smirk. “You’re making us some cool cash.”

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

Luca swiftly bowed and said, “Oh, you flatter me, Mr. Vedastus. Who am I to be referred to as an overlord? Only someone as important as yourself qualifies as one!” Each sentence was sweeter than the one before. He was truly an expert at bootlicking. Bernard, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy having his bootlicked. “What brings you here today?” he asked cheerfully. “I came here to meet you today because I’d like to serve you. I’d like to join Art Trading Corporation and work for you,” Luca said modestly.

I extended my hand for a handshake and introduced myself, “I don't believe I have seen you before. I'm Alessandra and you are...?” “I'm Luca,” He blurted nervously as he shook my hand. He was a handsome man in his early 20's, with a lanky figure and short brown hair. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, each orbs sparkly blue which reminded me of the sea in one of the beaches I had seen in California. “Luca, why are you here all alone? Don't you want to join the rest?” Curiosity colored my voice when I stared at him. Every mafia family had dark secrets, and I was interested in the ones I could discover in the De Castello mansion.

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.

Chapter 107: Elena’s Closure Luca sat inside the old 4x4, parked deep in the shadows of the São Tomé jungle. The thick air pressed around him, warm and heavy with the smell of wet soil and blooming flowers. A layer of humidity clung to his skin, yet he barely noticed it. His attention was locked on the satellite phone in his hands. It was small, silent and unremarkable, but it held the last living link to his sister. It was the final thread connecting him to a world he had burned to the ground.

“What’s your endgame, Dante?” He leaned back in his chair, twirling the stem of his glass between his fingers. “I could ask you the same, Bella Caruso—or should I say, Isla Romano?” Her blood turned to ice. Dante smirked at her reaction. “Surprised?” He set his glass down. “Luca did some digging. Turns out my sweet little bartender is neither sweet nor just a bartender.” Isla’s fingers tightened around the silverware. “So what now?” she asked, voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.