Luca Hollestelle Novels & Stories

“And the ones who want to see if you are worth following.” Luca met us in the hallway, eyeing me subtly. “Holster,” he said, offering a small black rig. He quickly clasped it at my side, fingers brushing my waist. The brief touch made my heart flutter. “You keep the safety on until I say otherwise,” he murmured. “No heroics.” “Okay,” I said. A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. “Try to listen more than you speak. That’s what Santo used it for. Men who talk too quickly rarely walk out.”

The tension in the room slowly began to disappear as Brax took a deep breath and stepped back, his anger fading slightly. Lucian straightened up, giving me a nod of gratitude before turning his attention back to Brax. "We need to focus on finding out who that man was and why he targeted Luna," Lucian said, his voice calm and composed. Brax nodded, still eyeing Lucian warily.

Halcyon Ridge Capital was created under authorization from Luca’s father. The sentence did not explode. It did not need to. It sat in the center of the boardroom with the quiet, terrible weight of a body no one had known was buried there. For several seconds, Luca did not move. His face remained calm, but I was close enough to see the small fracture in it—the pause in his breathing, the stillness of a man who had just been handed a ghost and told it had been signing documents.

"And wondering how much Luca spent on the lighting just to ensure his jawline looks sharp from every angle. The vain bastard.” Graham chuckles. "Five hundred thousand," Reeves Havenport, tech prodigy and CEO of one of the largest cyber tech corporations on the globe, chimes in with a chuckle. He’s tapping away on a custom-encrypted phone while the supermodel on his lap runs a sultry hand down his chest. “And to answer your next question,” he says drily, “yes, Luca did personally approve the lux levels for the main floor. The man is a menace." Right on cue, the menace himself appears.

“Yeah, well, I ride every now and then during summer break. I actually planned to drop by Kaelara this summer. I think I told you about that before you left? But then, I heard about the Tropical Thunder Circuit, and I couldn’t resist joining.” “But you were pretty good out there! Are you sure you’re not a pro or something?” Someone clears their throat again and this time, it’s Luca. He looks at me with an expression of disbelief and irritation. “A pro, huh? Is that how you’re gonna play it today? Hype up our opponent right in front of our faces?” his voice hammers inside my mind. Rolling my eyes, I glare at Luca and is about to elbow him for using the mindlink again when Evelyn suddenly step

I have to solve the problem. "Um, Luca ?" The excitement in my brother's voice makes me tear out of my thoughts. "Yes ?" “I have received an email. It's definitely the lost cult guy !” "You do not sit and check emails, do you ? You know that can be traced right ?" "Relax, I am sending with a hidden IP, amateur" "What is he saying ?" Andreas sticks his head closer to the laptop. “He wants to meet. He says that Gunnar Holmvik has unfortunately retired, but he has taken over the website himself for now”.

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

He's looking directly at me for one short second before turning to Millie when she starts talking again. Instead of the usual casual wear of jeans and t-shirt that I normally see him don, or if we were to be honest nowadays I see him more in his underwear or the lack of it, well, today he definitely looked different in that charcoal grey suit, radiating the aura of a leader. So his name is Luca? L.L.S. Luca Sinclair. He's not a millionaire as I imagined before? He actually works? Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family?

He exuded quiet power, the kind that didn’t need to be flaunted. “That’s him,” Luca said. “But there’s more. Lazarus has been tracking us. Every move we’ve made since Hawthorne’s fall he’s been watching. He knows we’re coming.” “Then we don’t disappoint,” Elena said firmly. The Gala Three days later, the team arrived at the estate under the guise of wealthy donors. Elena wore an elegant black dress, her hair swept up to reveal a diamond necklace complete with a hidden transmitter. Aleksandr and Dante posed as her security detail, while Luca played the part of an aloof tech mogul.