Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

"Wow, you look amazing." "It's not real," I remind them softly. "Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," Trish states. "What do you mean?" I tilt my head, studying her intently. "Have you seen the way my brother looks at you? Because I have." She fans her face. "Me, too!" Solana smirks knowingly. "He's just...pretending." "If you say so." Trish doesn't look convinced, but I'm not so sure she's right. Luca might just be a good actor.

One with black hair and a cross necklace. Lucas’s mouth fell open. Jamie slowly lowered his croissant. “…Lucas.” “Yeah.” “Tell me I’m hallucinating.” Lucas stared at the screen. The names appeared beneath the photos. ENZO ROMANO MATTEO DELUCA Owners of Uniflix. Jamie slowly turned his head. Across the room—in another room through the door way Enzo was standing near the window exactly as he had been seconds ago. Alive. Real. Lucas whispered. “…that’s him.”

He had ignored the couple that night because of the moment he was having with Linda and most importantly, they didn't appear as stalkers to him. The underboss only saw them once and that was it. " Come with me... " Luca beckoned at her and walked down the hallway towards the exit. The waiting patients strived to get a clear view of his face because they believed he resembled the billionaire of Thornhill. Luca had a cap on so it was difficult to see his full face. Only if they had the slightest idea it was him. Linda had drawn out their attention as well but they didn't know the real face, outside the makeup.

Don't they dare tell me that they did some unimaginable things to my body. “You didn't do anything to me right?” Just as always, no response or even a simple expression to give me. Lucah had his usual poker face. You could almost tell that this guy's like a robot programmed to have no expressions at all. So, I just turned to face the guy who had his face in front of a book.

Luca Aguero drawled as he stared into space. “The name sounds fake,” he added. “I do agree with you on that,” the nerd affirmed. “How do I get to this strange man? We all know there's more to a man who has his existence hidden,” Luca inquired with a hard and stoic expression. “Like yourself you mean,” the tall man joked but Luca's face was as stoic and stern as ever. “Sorry,” he apologized as he realized his joke was not close to funny on Luca's part. He cleared his throat and brought out his computer then turned it open. After a few seconds, he began.

Sarcastic, brutally honest humor that could only belong to one person. Luca. “Hey, um… so… hi. Before you block me, just hear me out. Yes, I stole your number from Nathaniel’s phone. Yes, I realize how completely insane and morally questionable that is. Yes, I might have been slightly… okay, significantly… under the influence of whiskey when I decided it was a good idea. No, I am not a stalker. But in my defense, I’ve seen your angry face now, and I would rather die by tequila shots than meet it again in person.”

That is to say, she still has the consciousness of Diana]. "I…. Impossible. Diana. Is that really you?". Luca was lost, he was already expecting for the results to come out negative because everyone was sure that Diana was dead. But to his surprise, everything was 99.99999% match with Damian's. "Of course Luca. Stop with that facial expression, it's disgusting". "It really is you!". He was about to hug her but there seems to be a problem. "Don't touch her". Jayden declared. "Okay okay. I won't". He kept his hands to himself.

I lean forward again and watch as Luca makes his way toward where I stand. He's a charmer, that he is. And like the rest of his family, he's pretty damn breathtaking in person. His dirty-blond hair has been cropped close for Cataclysm: Earth, enhancing the strong, sharp planes of his face. His body was always athletic, but he's clearly added some more muscle for this latest role - and he definitely has the build to pull it off without looking like a bodybuilder. He fills out his tux quite nicely. But as ever, it's hard to keep my eyes from his face and that million-watt smile. That smile could charm anyone, and it's out in full force tonight. He's certainly turning it on for the cameras.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.