Luca From Inquisitormaster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Where’s the fun in that? “Look at him,” I muttered, grinning at the smoke still curling from his burned flesh. “Crawling through fire, bleeding for her like some tragic hero… and still breathing. Still fighting. It almost makes me want to clap. Almost. “Maitre, we found a few humans lurking around,” one of my hybrids reported, bowing low. Luca. His name was Luca , the gamma of some pitiful little pack clinging to their borders like children afraid of the dark.

"But I've realized there's more to life than revenge." His words hung in the air, leaving me wondering... Was it the truth? Or a clever lie? Only time would tell. Lucas's evasive answer left me unsettled. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something. To distract myself, I brought up the Master. "Lucas, who is the Master?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Lucas's expression turned serious. "The Master is...ancient," he began. "Over 1800 years old."

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

Kai A sleek Maybach silently drives through the bustling streets. The soundproof glass blocks away all the sounds of the human world enabling him to work in peace. Sitting at the back of the car is a man in his early thirties, holding a file. His long, elegant fingers slowly turn the pages. “Your Majesty, are you sure the vampires will attack the club tonight?” the driver asks him. “The informer may have given the information, but it seems highly unlikely.”

A voice from someone who seemed to be lost in thought since we walked in. Luca. He hadn’t said much since the start of the interrogation, watching from the back of the room like a shadow that's just observing. But now he stepped forward, his boots echoing sharply against the floor. His eyes fixed on Silas not with hatred, but with a strange cold. Curiosity. “Before we go…” Luca said, his voice even. “I want to ask him one last question.” We all stopped. Silas looked up, barely able to lift his head.

I wasn't alone. Luca was standing at the foot of the bed. He was completely naked, his skin glowing in the dim light. He wasn't just watching; he was playing with his cock, his hand moving in a slow grip. His face was a mask of cold observation, his eyes dark with a side of him I had never seen. This wasn't the man who offered me a choice on the jet; this was a Schmidt in his purest, most dominant form. "Continue," Luca growled. The word was a low command that made the toy in my hand feel like lead.

he asked. “I do not know,” I said, and frustration rose in my chest. “That is the problem. It felt familiar but I cannot place her face properly.” Luca studied me carefully, then nodded once. “Okay,” he said. Just okay. But I knew him well enough now to understand what that meant. He would investigate every woman connected to that warehouse before sunrise. The double doors opened. Both of us stood immediately, and Dr Reyes walked toward us slowly. Her expression was unreadable, and my heart started pounding so hard I felt dizzy. Luca moved closer beside me instinctively.

Before Eren could answer him, a person appeared out of nowhere, looking at them very coldly "What are you doing here?" Lucas looked at him narrowly, while Eren looked at him condescendingly as he said “What is this dog doing here?” Lucien squeezed his hand very hard, looking at Eren, who was wrapping his hand around Emilia's waist. “My master sent me to bring you back. He said it was dangerous for the princess to wander around with fools like you.” Lucas became angry and looked to the other side, while Eren's eyes widened and lit up with fiery flames

“You don’t understand what it’s doing.” “Then explain it faster.” Luca’s form flickered, not from instability now, but from interference trying to break through. “It’s not trying to stop you anymore,” Luca said. “It’s finishing a process.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “What process?” Luca looked at him, really looked. And for a second, everything else seemed to fall away. “Mapping you.” The word hit clean. Sharp. Unavoidable. Dominic didn’t move. “Define mapping.”

Luca called out to me, a smile arching his lips. "Ciao, brutto," I replied, winking at him as I got down from the bike. "You're still not going to loosen up around me," He muttered. I chuckled. "Only when you stop trying to steal my bikes." He laughed as he hugged me. Luca was one of my main informants. He ran a network of thieves and was also working for the Cops. Talk about weird. "Are you here to spend some time with me?" He asked. "You wish," I scoffed. "I'm here for some information, as always."