Luca Books Novels & Stories

And that enemy was whoever had helped Elinda Milburn escape. "Lucas is back, my son." But don't worry, I'll tame him." He patted his back, drifting him off into his half-conscious state of mind. "Just like I said, look for Karen Milburn while I try to take care of him." Don't let any of the guards know that the monster they are out there looking for is your brother. It may raise eyebrows, you know. "He is now our biggest enemy, considering what he has done." He gestured toward the body reamains with his chin.

The air smelled faintly of old paper, ink, and the faint hint of Luca’s snack from earlier—a mixture that was safe, familiar, grounding. “L comes before M,” Elaine corrected gently, brushing a lock of Luca’s hair behind his ear. But Luca didn’t look at the blocks. His tiny body had gone still, rigid. His eyes were glued to the window. “Luca?” she said softly, kneeling beside him. He didn’t answer. He simply stood, feet shuffling slightly on the rug, and walked toward the tall, arched library window. Placing his small palm against the glass, he leaned forward.

(Luca’s Pov– Past & Present) "Here," he said coldly. "This is for you to read. You need to learn." I opened the cover. The pages were filled with words I didn’t understand. Business strategies. Calculations. The philosophy of control. "But I don’t want to read this," I protested. "I want you to read to me." His gaze hardened. "You don’t have a choice. You need to learn how to build an empire, Luca. A Romano doesn't waste time with childish things."

I should leave the house today, keep it pretty, and have fun. Standing this close to Luca, I can feel the burning rage within him; they have a serious fight. I feel special knowing it is about me. Luca moves to the door that is the only entrance that is constantly open; he locks the door shut, stuffing the key into his pants. "I would love to see you look pretty and walk out of that door to go have fun." Luca blows a kiss to his wife before turning about and leading me to the study. "Now that we are here, what next?" Luca asks why resting casually on the couch that is positioned by the wall beside him is a shelf of fiction books. His library is rich in books, shelves, and genres.

Pulling out a chair by the table, I press on, “Hey, Tilly. I need to talk to you about Ginger.” Luca tugs a book from the shelf closest to him. On the cover is an illustration of an old man with a bushy beard holding what looks like a spear. The book is titled Death to Those Who Sleep. “Brutal,” Luca murmurs, stuffing it back. “Tilly?” I try again. Luca falls down on a seat across from me, snorting. “What sort of stupid name is Tilly? Kind of reminds me of a—” A sturdy, thick, leather-bound book flies from a shelf and hits Luca on the back of the head. He bolts up from the chair he’s been sitting on, spitting out a slew of a colorful choice of words worthy to land him detention. “What the he

Luca whispered, his voice slurred slightly by the whiskey. He walked over to the bookshelves. He pulled out a rare, first-edition volume, examined its pristine spine, and casually tossed it onto the floor. He pulled out another, throwing it onto the desk. One by one, he scattered Adrian's meticulously organized collection, leaving books splayed open on the dark Persian rug. But it wasn't enough. He wanted his presence to be undeniable. Luca walked out of the study, the crystal glass still in his hand, and headed back to his bedroom. He bypassed the empty food trays in the hallway and went straight for his suitcase. He unzipped the side pocket and pulled out his sketchpad and a set of charcoa

Luca let out a quiet breath and pulled her closer, tucking her under his chin, holding her against his chest. Like he didn’t want to let go. “When I woke up the next morning, I thought I had died… that I was in heaven,” Luca said quietly. “But I wasn’t. It was his house. His room.” He let out a small breath. “And there he was—Luciano Mancini—arguing with his mother.” Lucy listened, completely still. “He was… what, fifteen?” Luca went on. “And he was fighting for me. His mother kept saying a weak boy like me was useless… that I had no place there.”

"What the hell are you doing lurking in the dark?" Luca stepped into the faint circle of light. He didn't look at Tyler. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and dangerous, filled with a jealousy so raw it made my skin hum. "Looking for a book," Luca said, his voice a low, jagged rasp. "I didn't realize the library had become a bedroom for the 'Golden Couple.'" "Back off, Luca," Tyler said, stepping in front of me, his chest heaving. "Emma and I are having a private moment. Go find your 'swinger party' or whatever other trash you're into and leave us alone."

But since I still hadn't shown up, he was starting to panic. … For the next few days, Luca drifted through life in a daze, constantly distracted. In the middle of the night, Luca lay awake. He got up and walked into Lorenzo's room, the room that had once belonged to Niccolo. He sat on a small wooden rocking horse that he had crafted with his own hands for Niccolo. When he leaned over to touch it, he noticed a blue notebook in the nearby trash can. Opening it, he realized that it was Niccolo's diary. Inside, Niccolo had recorded his daily life in childish handwriting.

the senior partner urges warmly, completely unaware of the shift in the room… or perhaps choosing to ignore it. Luca steps forward in a calm and unhurried way. Like he wasn’t just standing at the edge of a storm. Like he didn’t just walk into a room where every single person is watching him… measuring him… waiting to see how quickly he’ll crumble. My gaze doesn’t leave him, not for a second. “Everyone,” the senior partner continues, straightening slightly, “this is Lucas Santis. Top of his class, the best student in his faculty, and ....”