Luca Hollestelle Novels & Stories

Maybe it was just the heightened paranoia that came with standing in front of a crowd, especially a crowd full of dangerous people. Finally, Roger took his leave, and Alexander gestured to a few people nearby. “That’s Detective Johnson. He’s a useful ally when we need certain… matters kept quiet.” He nodded toward a young man across the room, dressed in a suit that seemed a bit too crisp. “And that’s Luca, our tech expert. Built an empire hacking for the government. Now, he works for me.” As he pointed out more associates, I tried to keep up, but everything started to blur together. The intricate world Alexander navigated with ease felt surreal to me.

Another pause. “Fourth — Sofia Reyes. Spanish fashion designer. Tried to touch his hand. He pulled it back like she’d burned him. Said, ‘Don’t assume familiarity.’ She didn’t cry. Just looked at him and said, ‘One day, someone will see through you. And you’ll beg for her touch.’” Luca’s voice softened. “Fifth — Elise Laurent. Philanthropist. Thought she could soften him. Brought him a book — The Art of Loving. He opened it, read the first page, and said, ‘This is fiction.’ Tore it in half. Gave it back.”

Elisha walked into the room as Luca's muffled scream filtered from the pillow into his ears. Luca turned to face him. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for you to finish throwing your tantrum like a pup," Elisha shot at him with a relaxed poise, his hands behind his head as he sprawled on the sofa. "You done now?" Luca sat up on his bed facing Elisha. "It was a hoax. It wasn't her," he said quietly, his voice almost a hush—a mix of pain and rage. "That witch… Orchid…"

Cherry defended herself. Luca smiled. "It's alright... I'm a retired soldier in the Philippine army. I don't have much to offer, but I'm the owner of ZEF hardware and technologies corp. I'm also planning to build a clothing line, though I don't have much knowledge about it; I just plan to name it after Vanna," Luca said. I choked on what he said. He immediately handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright?" Luca asked and gently touched my back.

Holding Luca. Smiling. Safe. Then it vanished. Lily staggered. “What—what was that?!” Luca looked at her gently. “A version where you didn’t have to choose,” he said. Her breath caught. “That’s not real—” “It can be,” he said. Luke’s voice came sharp: “No—Luca, don’t do that—if you open multiple stable realities, they’ll compete—” “They won’t,” Luca said. “They’ll connect.” God stepped forward again, aura flaring dangerously now.

Theo noted, carefully. “I’m fine.” “You changed your camera settings four times in ten minutes.” “That means nothing.” “That means psychological distress.” Sienna exhaled slowly. “I just…” Theo’s expression softened slightly. “Oh.” She hated when he became perceptive without warning. “This place is insane,” she admitted quietly. “I knew Luca was rich obviously, but this is different.” Theo glanced around the rooftop. “Yeah,” he admitted. “This is rich-rich.” Across the room, Luca stood speaking with two investors near the champagne bar. Dark suit. Effortless posture. One hand tucked casually into his pocket while everyone around him listened like he personally controlled the global economy.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

Before Alessandro could respond, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a dull thud. “Alessandro.” Luca’s voice was a low growl, his tall frame shadowing the entrance. Dressed in a dark shirt and slacks, his hair disheveled — a rare sight — he looked like a man on the verge of losing control. Alessandro arched a brow. “Breaking my door won’t fix the problem, Luca.” But Luca didn’t bother with a witty retort. His jaw was clenched so tight it could crack stone. “The warehouse in St. Petersburg.” Luca paused, running a hand through his hair. “It’s gone.”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Though he would hate to get rid of such a pretty face. "No! Well, it is more stunning than a sex tape." Luca snorted and motioned forward. Nothing gets more stunning than your partner's sex tape Opening the cardboard box Luca found one USB and a folded letter in it. He asked his assistant to bring a spare Laptop to connect to the USB, for it may be a trick of a hacker. Connecting the USB to the laptop Luca saw that it had only one video file. As the video played Luca's expression changed from passive to amused. At the end of the video he let out a sinful hearty laugh.