Luca Hollestelle Novels & Stories

Behind her came in Luca Rossi. Aiden had expected him, of course. Luca was Isadora’s shadow—her assistant in title, but inseparable in practice. Tall, dark-haired, Italian by birth but American by ambition, Luca wore a tailored navy suit that hid the build of someone who spent mornings in the gym rather than boardrooms. He carried a slim leather portfolio—no tablet, no phone visible. Like Isadora, he preferred paper for sensitive matters. Smart. Unhackable.

ADELINA The room was dim, the curtains drawn, the air heavy with silence. Giovanni sat across from me, his silver hair catching the faint light, his eyes sharp but unreadable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. I leaned forward, my voice low, deliberate. “Luca has made a mistake.” Giovanni’s gaze didn’t waver. He remained quiet, listening. “He thinks Holly is special. He thinks she’s different. But she isn’t. She’s fragile. She doesn’t belong in this world. And because of him, she’s already suffered. The crash proved it. He’s putting her in danger.”

Sarcastic, brutally honest humor that could only belong to one person. Luca. “Hey, um… so… hi. Before you block me, just hear me out. Yes, I stole your number from Nathaniel’s phone. Yes, I realize how completely insane and morally questionable that is. Yes, I might have been slightly… okay, significantly… under the influence of whiskey when I decided it was a good idea. No, I am not a stalker. But in my defense, I’ve seen your angry face now, and I would rather die by tequila shots than meet it again in person.”

Holly shakes her head, breaking free from the hug. “It won’t work, he has the police all under his control. The last time they just brushed me off, telling me he was above them and there is nothing they can do to help me”Holly explained wiping here tears with the back of her palm, the hiccuping. “Who the heck is this motherfucker?”Camilla questioned. A big frown on her face, showing she was already pissed. “I don’t know anything about him, expect. His name is Lucas, and he is my stalker.”Holly answered.

“Still trying to crack the code?” Isla nodded. “It feels like it’s right there, just out of reach.” “Maybe it’s not about what’s written,” Astra said, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s about what you feel.” Isla frowned, but before she could respond, the sound of footsteps approaching drew their attention. Luca emerged from the trees, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding as always. “We need to talk,” he said, his gaze flicking briefly to Astra before settling on Isla.

"Is that why Noah left his engagement ring from his university days in his old apartment, Stefan?" The room went dead silent. Luca was standing at the back of the press room, leaning against the media door in his team tracksuit, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug, lethal smile on his face as every single camera in the room swung around to look at him. "Vance, sit down," Sandra warned, her voice cracking with rare panic. "I’m just asking a question as a member of the roster, Sandra," Luca said, stepping down the aisle, his eyes locked onto Noah’s pale face with a cruel, victorious light.

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

It has been days since he last heard from him. Luca Moretti stood by the window, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a tumbler containing something smooth and amber. Behind him, the skyline sprawled across the glass like a painting of power. ” Daniel is not just sceptical; he's strict with his words. What do you suggest we do, Jordan”. “I asked my friend, a cyberstalker, to look into his profile,” he replied. Luca was filled with some sort of excitement; his eyes flickered, and he slid into his seat, heart pounding in his stomach.” So what?”.

“Let’s see who the real culprit is.” Across the distance, Luca looked straight at me. A faint smile curled at the corner of my lips, barely there... but satisfying as I watched real terror flicker in his eyes while he fought to keep his face calm. "Whoever laughs last laughs best, you bastard. Checkmate... Luca Miller."

The rain poured heavily over Rio de Janeiro, drumming against the windows of the penthouse apartment in Ipanema as if trying to wash away years of secrets. Luka sat on the black leather sofa, his laptop open on the coffee table, but the screen had been dark for nearly forty minutes. He held a glass of single malt whiskey, the ice long since melted. At thirty-eight, Luka Silva — or rather, the man who had carried many false names throughout his life — knew he had reached his limit.