Luca Idv Novels & Stories

“Not happening.” Luca sighed, shaking his head. “That’s disappointing.” He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip before setting it down. “I wonder… how much is your son worth to you?” Rage burned through Damian’s veins, but he kept his expression neutral. “Careful, Luca.” The other man laughed, amused. “Relax, Cavendish. I’m not Morelli. I don’t kidnap children. But accidents happen… car brakes fail, gas leaks occur…”

I’d graduated top of my class with a double major in chemistry and biology and watching my parents proud faces in the audience while I gave my valedictorian speech had made all the late nights and breakdowns feel worth it. Luca had somehow managed to train for the Olympics while still running the company remotely, and I’d spent the last six months watching him juggle video conferences with volleyball practice in a way that should have been impossible but he made look easy. Then I’d started working full-time at Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals and I’d published two papers in the last six months that were getting attention from people who mattered in the field. And Luca had somehow become a legitim

he said quietly, his voice rough. “No.” Isadora straightened her spine. “I’m telling you I’m not wasting it.” The room went still, the fire snapping in the hearth the only sound between them. Finally, Luca exhaled, long and heavy. He turned his gaze away, his hand dragging across his jaw. First Emilia, now Isadora. His uncle and Dimitri wanted to pull him apart piece by piece, and he feared they just might succeed.

Davina says one evening when I call to rapport on the day. "Wicca". I correct her. I am torn. I have had to admit that I have grown very fond of Luca, I might even be falling for him seriously. But he has shown no sign of wanting more than friendship, not since the first day we did homework. And why would he ? In school we go with different crowds, live different lives. He is hanging with the elites, I am on the Island of lost souls with Davina.

“My team wasn’t fast enough. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay.” “It’s not.” He paused. “The police are involved. My security team is tracking him. He won’t get far.” I nodded. He looked at me. “Lavinia. What do you want to do?” I stayed silent for a moment. Luca’s college applications were still in progress, scholarships, enrollment, all of it hanging in motion. A criminal investigation tied to family could affect everything, and Luca had already carried enough weight. (Celeste Moretti POV)

I blurted, shocked even though I had anticipated it. “Are you sure?” Cara grunted, leaning forward as well. Dave turned the laptop towards Cara and me. “His name is Luca Santos. A drunk and abusive husband and father. Over eleven months ago, he disappeared but he didn’t just disappear, he is currently living in a different pack, under a different name. Marco Santos. But he is working for someone, or rather, under the protection of someone.” Dave recited. “Wait, you knew all this just from the video I sent?” I rasped, confusion, disbelief spreading all over my face.

Ivan dialed Luca's number after his men left his room. Luca, who is working in his pub, looked at the caller ID when he saw an incoming call. "So he bought them all. Good for him" Luca thought out loud, before answering the call. "Luca" when Ivan heard Luca's signature greeting, he smiled. He is getting used to Luca's I don't care attitude. "It's done. I swayed them all. Now all the 25 men are under my payroll" Ivan informed Luca.

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.

she gently pulled my head up, ‎ ‎meeting eyes on with her hazel colored eyes. ‎ ‎ ‎a smile stretched on my lips. ‎ ‎ ‎"Magdalene Gussau Wimbledon. I, Lucas Christopher Lorenzo, I will love you, with all of my life ,forever." ‎ ‎"Id worship the grounds you walk on, ‎ ‎and I'd fix your broken crown always. ‎ ‎ ‎"This I promise you." ‎ ‎her eyes glistened, marinated by a kind of desire a woman possessed that can never be described by mere words.

Luca was processing, running through objections and reasons and feelings simultaneously. "I'll need to think about it," Luca said finally. "Take all the time you need." Luca thought about it for three months. He talked to Dr. Patel, who asked the right questions without pushing him toward any particular answer. He talked to Elena, who said they'd be idiots not to—they had everything a child could need. He talked to Sofia, who said the safe houses regularly had residents who aged out of programs without anywhere stable to go. He didn't talk to Dante about it during those three months. Dante waited patiently, not pushing, not asking.