Luca Idv Novels & Stories

I knew better because I'd seen his face before he remembered to smile. I went to his house on Sunday with my laptop, two championship practice packets and the intention of getting actual work done. Luca's mother let me in and told me he was downstairs in the den because he was tired of being trapped in his bedroom. I found him stretched across the sofa with his injured leg elevated, a laptop balanced beside him and the black notebook open on the coffee table. There were university brochures everywhere. Most were football programmes his father had collected, but one was different. I recognised the university crest immediately. It was the same one printed on the information request that had fa

he said quietly, his voice shaking. “I swear to you, Vance. I didn’t know my father had anything to do with your dad’s death. I may live under his roof, but I don’t support the things he does.” Vance glared at him, still breathing hard, his knuckles bloody from the scuffle. “You expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” Luca said firmly. “Because I’m not him. I’ve hated everything he’s done since I was a kid. I’ve seen him hurt people, control people like they were property. I couldn’t stop him back then, but I swear to you…I’m not on his side.”

The two men who were with his father focused their eyes on him. "Son, meet Silva Ivanov and Konrad Mitoski, our business partners from Bulgaria and Macedonia." The two men extended their hands, and Luca took them one at a time. He'd heard of the two men, but it wasn't until now that he met them in person. He only attends business gatherings like this now because he is obligated as the father's business successor. The four of them talked about business. The two men never run out of questions, the two seem to be really interested in him, measuring how vast his knowledge of the business world is. In the middle of Luca's conversation with their business partners, a woman suddenly approached Mr.

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:

Something I fought to control but still failed at. “I know you’re awake. You don’t have to keep pretending”, Luca states. Relief floods me and I instantly shoot up from the bed, throwing away the fact that he’d just caught me eavesdropping. It crosses my mind to apologize for my bad manners but he beat me to it. “You would eventually find out about him anyway. That’s my advisor. The underworld has seen its oddities and The Sage is one.”, Luca explains, pushing himself off the bed. His fingers work on his shirt, unbuttoning from top to bottom as he walks over to the floor to ceiling window that looks out into the horizon.

he says, that was enough to get all of my attention, I looked at him with wide eyes, a spy on earth? "And why don't I know about that spy?" I ask him, I believed in the humans, in them to keep what ours safe until we come and get them. "You know me, Evan, I had to do so," Luca says, I believed him, he never trusted others to do his job, he wants to get a little too, but he never trusted humans, not enough, when we got to earth, he wanted to check things out, to check the facility, to check the kids, I knew he's looking for his future mate.

Luca did not appreciate that question. “I graduated highschool at 14 and went to college. I have a degree in accounting and business. Like Heather, I kept a low profile and didn’t do much outside the pack.” Alpha Winston smiled. “I knew you were smart. Your father would have been proud. “Where did you land?” “She was in my mother’s pack.” Luca spoke up. “That’s how we met.” Our drinks came out. Quietly, she placed each glass on the table before leaving the entire bottle in the middle of it.

Isadora "Wow, you look terrible," Laura said as I stepped into class, her tone shot back, sliding into the seat next to her. "Don’t deflect," she said, leaning closer. "Something’s up with you. Spill." I sighed, leaning on my elbows. "I went out on a date with Luca." Her eyebrows shot up. "You what? How did it go?" "It was fine, I guess," I said slowly. "Until I got this text." I pulled out my phone and showed her the string of anonymous messages I’d been getting, the ones about Luca and Alicia, his dead wife.

Elvira's location and schedule were all listed out, but the information about Luca made Vincent's heart sink even further. Luca hailed from a powerful family. He was a ruthless man despite his flamboyant, careless public persona. However, ever since Elvira left three years ago, his behavior had changed. He shifted nearly all business focus to South Ilyria. Using his identity as her business partner, Luca discreetly leveraged his influence and connections to open doors for her and helped her gain a firm foothold in the underworld. For the past three years, he had stayed by her side like a protector.

I defended, dismissing whatever nonsense he was getting at. “And Ivan doesn’t?” He chuckled with a glint in his eyes, “He’s a man whore, remember?” He added in amusement, shaking his head. “He knows nothing about fucking men.” I countered, “He’s like a virgin in that area, and I wouldn’t want anyone teaching him how to suck—“ “I get the message, Riz.” Luca grumbled like an old man, “I don’t need to know what weird kinks you have.” “So you’re saying after getting him in bed, that’s all?” He pressed, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “You want me to believe that you married that whore just to fuck him?” I hummed in response, averting his gaze.