Luca Hollestelle Novels & Stories

Luca asks beating me to it. "He's a fucking Fae"

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

“Spitting on me will not save you, Hestia.” “What?” Luca smiled,and it was all teeth and no humour. “You remind me of the goddess of fire, Hestia.” “Argh!” I grunted with overwhelming frustration, trying to tug my hands free. But it was like trying to push up a ton of lead with my littlest finger. He looked disheveled, a streak of dark, sluggish blood trailing down his cheek, but the gleam in his eyes was much fiercer. “I love your feistiness,” he cooed his face inches from mine as he tilted his head. “Perhaps I shall not kill you yet. A fiery captive wolf would certainly provide much more...cheer for me.”

Lucas smiled. "Anytime." At that moment, Lucas's phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. A message from Xavier appeared. WE FOUND THE FIRST LINK. Lucas's expression changed slightly. Another message followed. BLACKSTONE ISN'T THE REAL PLAYER. Lucas's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Stella noticed. "Is something wrong?" Lucas immediately relaxed his expression. "No." "Are you sure?" "Yes." He put the phone away.

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

“It’s not… it’s complicated, Sasha. That part of my past—” “Enough!” Luca snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “You’ve lied to her long enough. And now, it’s time for her to know the truth.” He looked directly at Sasha, his voice dripping with false compassion. “He was with someone else, Sasha. The woman in Paris? She wasn’t just a passing fling. She was—”

Then Luca comes as a british man who wants to apply for a job as a secretary to Jacob. "You've known my father that long? Why have we never met before?” Luca smiled a little at Calistha as he cut his steak calmly. Actually, he had always been watching Calistha from a distance, pretending to be someone else she didn't know so that she wouldn't notice his presence. Jacob is a man who is very protective of his daughter. It was a fact that Calistha had never realized all this time. So, Luca plays a spy whose job is to keep an eye on Calistha while admiring her from a distance. Honestly it's a little tricky. Jacob orders Luca to make sure that Calistha is safe from his enemies without the woman k

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

I turned around, and it was Luca. "Sorry I didn't knock," he said, realising he had scared me. He gave me an envelope. I took it and felt a card in it. "I had my beta open an account for you. Use the card to get money from the atm or shop anywhere. There is no limit on it but be wise about it," he said, smiling at me. He pulled me in a hug, and I felt him take in my scent. It was awkward. I could feel his reluctance to leave, but I did not say anything. I could be reading it all wrong. I breathed a bit, and he scented Hazel and Sandalwood. What were the odds he would smell the same as the field Declan took me to in my dream?

I sighed. “They are intelligent creatures, but Link is always a little stubborn when it comes to missing out on fresh grass. He’s a sucker for it, and Opal always has to urge him to move along. I’m sure after a-“ “Leucrottas!” Hunter shouted, cutting us off. I looked around frantically as I tried to spot it. Before I could even think, we were charging out of the forest. Its haunting laugh filling the forest as we ran.