Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

I knew it wouldn’t immediately believe me, so I had to leave. "Why are you lying?" He said, while holding my hand. I was about to remove his hand when the snake plant suddenly hit Liro's arm. My eyes widened as I looked to the side and saw Luca's glaring eyes staring at Liro. "What the fvck is your problem?" Liro's voice rose because of what Luca had done. Luca's angry face and gradually calming down were replaced by shock. "Hiro?" "Hiro? Why do you know my twin?" Liro asked.

Not the kind celebrities paid trainers to photoshop into magazine covers. Real muscles. The kind that came from dragging me through hidden tunnels and throwing himself in front of danger without a second thought. I quickly jerked my gaze upward. Heat immediately rushed into my cheeks. Luca's smile deepened. Interesting. Very interesting. "What do I owe the pleasure?" he asked softly. The teasing amusement in his voice only made my embarrassment worse. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to panic about the fact that I had just discovered Luca Moretti apparently made smoothies while shirtless.

Who knew being from a different region in the world could grant you so many enemies. "You must have already met Luca". Luca….the beta. He is seated by my right, leisurely taking sips of his wine. When I look at him, he meets my eye, his being the coldest I've ever seen. He's really handsome, platinum blonde hair, pale skin to match, the coldest pair of blue eyes ever and long blond lashes to frame them perfectly. If Silver Glow had a cover boy, it'd be him. But all that glamour must have escaped his personality. Even if he stood right next to a fireplace, he still wouldn't give off one ounce of warmth.

Luca explained. "You rascal," Rio teased. "As if you didn't want to go." "Of course I did," Luca chuckled, a glimmer of happiness in his voice. However, as the weight of recent events pressed upon him, his tone shifted. "Something happened earlier, Rio," he confessed, his voice steady. "What is it?" "I saw her," Luca revealed, his words heavy with uncertainty. "Who?" Rio's impatience grew palpable. "I'm not entirely sure, Rio," Luca replied, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "...But... but she looked exactly like Celine."

Bare. My eyes widened, and I yanked the blanket in my lap as I locked eyes with the stranger again. «What the hell!?!» «No, Luca!» Was he serious!? «What?!» «My name is Luca.» I stared at him in disbelief. He looked different from the other guys; he was tall like them, yes. But he seemed leaner, not as bulgy and testosterone-driven, if that makes sense. In my head, it does. His eyes are green, like the moss hidden in the deepest part of the forest, and the sunshine sparkles in the greenery. His jawline is sharp, and his chin is a little narrow. All in all, his facial features seem more pretty than the bulging monsters I just ran from.

Gun hanging loosely at his side. His face was almost identical to Nico’s. But colder. Sharper. More ruthless. Luca Velden smiled down at us. “Miss me?”

"Here!" Luca was taken aback by how much the image behind the frame captured all his facial features. He was so amazed that the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Hehe, you smiled." "..." Luca had no words for him. "You've got to admit that it looks exactly like you. I even got your frown right." "I do not frown," Luca grumbled. "Eh? Prove it then. Show me your happy face." "*Blank*" "Now show me your sad face."

Before Ana could muster a reply, the man who made Preston disappear interjected, his voice smooth and confident, “Not to him, you’re not.” I turned to face him, and our eyes met. His serious demeanor softened into a boyish grin. “I’m Luca,” he said, but his gaze flickered back to Tashir and Ana, who looked as afraid as I felt. “I’ll have to steal your friend here, but don’t worry; I’ll bring her back, or you can join her in the VIP section later on.”

Nikolai said carefully. "It’s already there," Luca said, his eyes looking way too old for his age. "If I hide, they win." I stared at him. He wasn’t the scared kid we rescued from the bunker anymore. He was his mother’s son. And maybe… Mine. We filmed the video in one take. Just Luca, sitting in front of a blank wall, spitting out the truth with a clarity that could make grown men crumble. He talked about Elena. About secrets. About fire.

A guy approaches me, offering his hand to me, but I only smile and shake my head. I can’t see Julia anywhere, and I’m glad because I don’t want to see my best friend naked and in the middle of a sexual act with someone. That would just be weird, and I’m way too awkward to be able to look her in the eye after something like that without being mortified. My breath gets stuck in my chest when my gaze lands on a shirtless guy at the end of the room. Luca. It’s him. It has to be him. Even with a mask on, it’s impossible not to recognize him. His tattoos aren’t the only giveaway. It’s just something about him. People look up at him or turn their heads in his direction as he passes them by.