Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

And then he frowns, glancing back towards the room – towards the Queen inside who looks, I’m very aware, exactly like me. I laugh a little, seeing him put the pieces together and I quickly hope that we have time for a little chat sooner rather than later. “Hi,” Luca says, stepping forward, a little frown on his face as he drops my hand and holds his out to Tony. “I’m Luca Grant. It’s nice to meet you.” “Holy shit,” Tony says, focusing on Luca for the first time and reaching out to shake his hand. “What a morning for meeting celebrities. It’s nice to meet you, man.”

Natalia's POV: His face was awfully familiar—sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, that same dark, silky hair. So similar, yet, different. He was much younger—around my age. There was concern in his golden green eyes, not cruelty like a certain someone’s bluish-grey ones. He began walking with me in his arms, my own arms wrapped securely around his neck. “I’m Luca,” He said. “I’m sorry about my father, he can be an asshole sometimes.”

With a red face and watering eyes Luca finally spoke with a strained voice. “You don’t think she will be there, do you?” Fear overwhelming his features. You could tell exactly what Luca was feeling just by the look on his face. I laughed. “Man, I don’t even know where we are going. I was just messing with you, though I noticed you checking out her oversized hoop nose ring.” I continued to tease. “Dude, shut the fuck up. I can’t get the image of her pierced nipples out of my head!” Luca ran his hands down his face.

A screenshot had been dropped in, followed by dozens of shocked messages. @Lexii115: Is it true??? Aria from Psych is a SURROGATE?? For LUCA DE ROSSI?? @TatiRose: Wait wait wait—LUCA DE ROSSI??? Like, the real one??? @GirlOnFire: The same billionaire with the cold eyes and the $20M Tribeca penthouse? That Luca? @EleniSays: Lmfao she’s pregnant and it’s not even hers??? Aria blinked. “Luca De Rossi?”

I immediately let go of the towel, exposing my body as my hand traveled to my neck to hitch off the strong fingers that were wrapped around my neck. “Asher!" I gagged, opening my eyes to look at his devilish face. His green eyes shone with calculating intent. “Asher?” He whispered, his voice heavy with possessiveness as a stubble of laughter escaped his esophagus. “What are you- doing?” I choked, my voice coming out as a whisper. “Do I look like Asher Amber to you?" His teeth grinded as his grip tightened, not giving me space to speak. “I'm Luca. Luca DeLuca." His American accent twitched to Italian.

he said, his voice deep and familiar. Brother? My eyes widened in surprise. That’s why he looked familiar. Luca had a brother. Of course he doesn't. He's human too. The lady turned to Luca and kissed his cheek with a smile too. "How have you been, Lucas?" Lucas? I stared at him. Okay, did I miss something in the contract form or was his full name actually Lucas Caruso and not Luca Caruso.

Luca looks at me with eyes looking so serious. "You can see it can't you?" He asks me seriously. What in the world is he saying, I can obviously see it. "What the hell are you talking about? Obviously I can Luca. I have eyes if you can't see it" I said to him full of sarcasm. This is ridiculous but I also know this isn't fabricated. Could it be they simply look alike? He sighs and open his mouth to speak again, "I asked my colleagues about the picture and hell they cannot see the face Leo. Only you and I can. You know what these means right?" He says to me while looking into my eyes. Oh no, if others cannot see this person's face then that can only mean one thing. And I think I know what's g

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sarah says. "We've heard much about you, Laura." "Only good things, I hope," I tell her robotically. Automatically. The family chuckles lightly. Well, all of them except Luca. Where do I start? He's not at all what I was expecting, and not because he's younger than I thought he would be. His appearance comes as a shock to me. He's actually good-looking. As much as I would like to say that he's atrocious looking, I can't. It'll be a filthy lie. His nose is long and straight, and slightly broad, but it doesn't mar his features. His eyes are brown—like mine—but they're framed with dark and thick lashes. My eyes are practically naked, and I have to accentuate my ey

Or, as I'm starting to suspect, after working in this industry for decades, people stop being able to tell the difference between what's real and what's fake. And speaking of fake...my fake fiancé has finally decided to make his appearance. I sense his presence before I see him. Even more than two years after meeting him, he still has that effect on me - on everyone, I suspect. Isaac and I both turn at the same time. Luca, as usual, causes something of a stir simply by existing. Whatever his reasons for being late, he shows no signs of being frazzled. Despite the layers of "apocalypse dust" all over his body, he still seems to glow. He flashes that million-dollar smile and greets the crew me

I sighed and snapped toward the bathroom door, expecting him to be done by now. “Luca, you’re taking too long,” I said before marching toward the door and banging it. He ripped the door open and what I saw was a horrendous sight, he looked like Kael who had stopped downloading at half a percentage. For some reason, he was mismatched and not fully like Kael, but if you stared long and hard enough, one would see the traces of Kael. “What the actual fuck, Luca? What the hell is this?” I ask, totally confused and outrightly disgust.