Luca Books Novels & Stories

Nobody looking at him would have guessed that another future was being planned quietly in a battered black notebook. Luca returned carrying two packets of crisps and a bottle of water, then stopped when he noticed where my eyes were. He looked at the notebook, looked at me, and seemed to understand immediately. I expected him to snatch it away like he'd done the first time. Instead, he sat down and pushed one packet toward me. I told him I hadn't meant to read much, which was technically true depending on how generously someone defined much. Luca gave me a look that suggested he knew better, but he didn't seem angry. He only pulled the notebook closer and flipped through several pages as if

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sarah says. "We've heard much about you, Laura." "Only good things, I hope," I tell her robotically. Automatically. The family chuckles lightly. Well, all of them except Luca. Where do I start? He's not at all what I was expecting, and not because he's younger than I thought he would be. His appearance comes as a shock to me. He's actually good-looking. As much as I would like to say that he's atrocious looking, I can't. It'll be a filthy lie. His nose is long and straight, and slightly broad, but it doesn't mar his features. His eyes are brown—like mine—but they're framed with dark and thick lashes. My eyes are practically naked, and I have to accentuate my ey

I had never been kissed by a man before but I returned his kiss. We finally broke and his icy blue eyes stared right into mine. "What is your name?" "Luca, my lord." "Luca," Lord Kael said, as his fingers slipped into my pants. "I was filled with jealousy while you kissed that slave girl. Therefore, you will become my favorite companion and please me in ways that no one else can."

“Red eyes. Strong aura. She didn’t attack this time, but she made sure Eve knew she was watching.” Luca’s sharp blue eyes flicked to Eve, searching for any sign of doubt in her face. He didn’t find any. A tense silence stretched between them. Then Luca exhaled, running a hand down his face. “This isn’t good.” Eve swallowed hard. “Who is she, Luca? You know something.” Luca hesitated. Damien scoffed. “You’re still hiding things?” Luca’s jaw clenched. “I’m not hiding anything. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “There are stories. Old ones. About wolves with red eyes. They were said to be touched by something beyond this world.”

Luca sat on the floor beside a pile of books, drawing. He looked up and smiled. “Erin!” “Hey, sailor,” I said softly. Michele’s eyes lifted to mine for a brief second. He didn’t look angry, but there was something behind his expression I couldn’t read. “You’re up early,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep much,” I replied. He nodded, as if he already expected that answer. Luca showed me his drawing — something about castles and knights. I smiled and knelt beside him for a minute, listening to his explanations.

And something inside him loosened. When the letter was gone, he felt lighter. Not saved. Not redeemed. But free. The flight attendant returned. “Can I get you anything, Mr Romano?” Michael Romano. His clean name. His second skin. “Water,” Luca said. “And privacy.” She nodded and left him alone with decades of ghosts. For the next seven hours, Luca read everything. He separated the harmless from the dangerous. The history of the lethal. Most of it couldn’t hurt him anymore.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

The first time he was beaten, he didn’t flinch. The other boys waited for him to scream. He didn’t. He just stared at the older kid holding the belt — dark eyes bottomless, black like oil and war. The boy dropped the strap first. At night, Luca traced the lines in the cracked ceiling. One line for every year he planned to stay alive. Only ten years old, and already strategizing survival like a soldier. He stole books from the rector’s office. Taught himself Latin, Russian, and how to read a map like it was a promise.

Thank God for melanin, I'm sure my face would've been as red as a strawberry. "Well then, give it to me, since it's nothing but an innocent.....encyclopedia" He murmured lowly squatting down to my level on the couch. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice him sneak his hands behind me to snatch the book from my deadly grip. Chuckling at my weak attempt to grab it back, Luca glances at the book in his hands then glances up at me, with lust clearly written all over his face. "You don't look like you fuck with this type of shit" He chuckles.

Luca exhaled sharply and stood, pacing like a predator caged with his own thoughts. "I wanted to tell you. I should've…" he ran a hand through his damp hair. "But everything has changed." Alessia rose from the bed slowly, stepping toward him. "Tell me now." Their eyes locked. The tension between them wasn't just emotional—it was combustible. Grief, secrets, fear, and desire—all twisted into a dangerous, hungry thing. Luca's jaw ticked. "That book... it's not just legend. I've seen what it does. I've seen what it takes from people. My father's soul was only the beginning."