Novel & Cerita Luca Hollestelle

No one argued. Luca leaned forward, fingers laced. “His name is Paulo de Luca. Former diplomat. Helped broker safe passage for trafficked girls through North Africa and up into Spain. He’s slippery.” “Where is he now?” “Zurich,” Silva answered. He has a private villa in the mountains. Tight security. He doesn’t leave without three armed guards and two assistants.” “Perfect,” Amara said. “I'll take them all.” Luca looked at her. “You'll need cover.”

I went to the front entrance, staring out at the parking lot through the glass doors. The black SUV pulled into the lot with a screech of tires that made the valet jump. The headlights cut through the dark like twin daggers. Luca stepped out. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a dark hoodie and jeans, his face a mask of cold, controlled fury. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a hunter. He started toward the doors, and I realized I had exactly ten seconds before my two worlds collided in front of fifty witnesses.

“You think he’s bluffing about the SOHH rumor though?” “I think he started it.” Celeste frowns. “Why would he?” “To flush out anyone protecting hybrids,” Luca answers simply. “Or to see how much fear it takes before we turn on each other.” The idea hits too close to home. I pick at my food and try not to imagine Mr. Ledger watching us from somewhere unseen. Halfway through breakfast, Nate suddenly stops chewing. His eyes lock on something across the room. “Okay, either I’m losing it or someone’s watching us,” he says under his breath.

Luca Coach Harrelson didn’t sit. He stood at the head of the boathouse’s single scarred table, arms crossed, looking at all four of them Luca, Isabella, Marco, and Trent, whose phone he’d confiscated with a single unbothered hand like a man deciding how much truth a room could survive at once. “I’ve known about Holloway for two weeks,” he said. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have proof, and because the second this becomes public, it stops being about protecting Marco and starts being a war between two athletic programs with lawyers involved.”

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Dante, the oldest Fontaine son, tends to make less trouble than his brothers, but he's still a regular fixture in celebrity news media simply for being rich and famous and possessing such dark, brooding good looks. But Dante isn't the only Fontaine brother involved with Cataclysm: Earth. He wrote the part of Jax Walton specifically for Luca, his next youngest brother. Luca is arguably the golden boy of Hollywood. He's at the top of the A-list, a recurring star of the tabloids, and his acting chops are matched only by his inhumanly good looks. He's the perfect package. The very definition of a true movie star. And as I stand there waiting for Kyle Jacobs to instruct me to begin, Luca himself

"That shoulder-length man with long hair is Xavier de Luca, son of Javier de Luca." I looked at Gabriella in surprise. Never thought that I could see the child of one of the trillionaires from Italy. Indeed, they always maintain privacy, there was never even a media that could take pictures of their family members. Just like Rhysand did. "And the guy in front of him is Maxel Roe. I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's one of those world conglomerates who never showed anything to any media."

“Good morning our wonderful viewers, today is such a beautiful morning. This is TV X and we have some exclusive news that will excite everyone.” “We know that everyone has been asking themselves about this mysterious young master called Lucien Hart. He is probably the youngest alpha in the history to take over such a huge pack and he is also the youngest CEO of Hart empire and his wealth and power cannot be rivaled.” The TV host stated, and it immediately attracted my attention after hearing Lucien's name. I raised the volume and listened intently.

Or was it love, warped beyond recognition? The man he once wanted to protect, he now wanted to possess. Entirely. Brutally. Completely. But he’d underestimated Luca’s will. And that mistake might cost him everything. Suddenly, one of the monitors blinked. Luca had returned to the apartment. But he didn’t look shaken anymore. He looked… still. Focused. He was searching something—on an old laptop, low-tech, hard to trace. Dante zoomed in through the long-range lens. He saw the name typed on the screen: