Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

His eyes observed every inch of my face, from my forehead to my eyes, and then his gaze dropped to my lips. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier,” He cleared his throat. “I’m Luca, Luca Moretti.” I scoffed. “So you’re the ‘king’?” He leaned down, placing a hand on each armrest of my chair, trapping me. "You have something that I want.” "I don't have your ‘lion’s heart,’” I air quoted, trying to look him in the eye. "I see Enzo has already told you about it." "I'm serious, I don't know anything about it"

She asked, "Who are you?" The man's voice was as cold and clear as ice and jade: "Red Stone Pack, Jayce." "Jayce?" Felicia repeated the name, feeling somewhat familiar. In front of her, Jayce frowned slightly. He had a different identity; most people called him the esteemed Alpha male. In contrast, his real name had only been called briefly. The woman before him wore a purple robe on the gray path leading to the royal palace, accentuating a sense of casualness as if blending into the flow. Felicia didn't know how long she had been kneeling here, and the drizzle gradually subsided. The tiny droplets fell, decorating the purple attire and the black hair like transparent pearls, delicate and fr

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

I snapped again marking a tone of finality in my words. He nodded, reaching for his phone before pulling it towards me. “Very well then, I guess you'd want to take a look at this.” He urged, turning the phone toward my face. My eyes remained glued to the screen. I watched, my heart ripping apart with every second that passed by in the video, a mist of tears formed in my eyes, pain gnawing at my insides as I lifted my gaze to match the man's after the video had ended. “Now you know nothing about Luca Ricci, he isnt who you think he is, So what's your answer now?” he asked,

Maximoff’s tone was steady but filled with something deeper, something almost…regretful. “No.” Luca’s voice was barely a whisper, but each word carried an undeniable force. “You’re not. You’re Kieran’s father. My real father…he died a long time ago. He fell in a battle I led.” The memory of that day flickered in Luca’s mind—a day filled with blood, loss, and the pride of knowing he’d avenged his fallen father. Maximoff shook his head slowly, his gaze unwavering. “He wasn’t your real father, Luca. I am. The man you called ‘father’…he only took your mother in after she left.”

Giovanni said as he and Belinda got up from their seats to welcome the guest. Both Kaira and Enzo exchanged puzzled stares as soon as they heard the name said by her father, their minds already churning with open-ended questions. How many Lucases exist in the entire world? In an effort to get a better glimpse of the man, Kaira looked straight at him and tried to sneak a peek at him. She can't see him clearly simply because he is sporting dark glasses and has a long white beard. The image of Luca Hendrix that had been given to them was not at all similar to this one, but it is nevertheless acceptable to still have faith in the idea that the man and the target of their mission are one and the

His eyes express the thoughts running through his mind; unholy thoughts. I don’t avert my gaze, I intend to intimidate him. I know him. His name is Luca Zhang. Millionaire at twenty-seven. He's a film producer and is known for his work in biographical and period films. He is the recipient of numerous accolades, which has made him the arrogant prick that he is. For as long as I can remember, Luca has been trying to get inbetween my legs. That's what he's known for; the womanizer. And he’s definitely one of the people I do not like.

“Wait. You’re smiling.” “Am I?” I tilted my head and deadpanned, “Might be gas.” “No. You’re definitely smiling.” Luca pointed at me like I’d just revealed I was Santa Claus. “That’s a real smile. You never smile like that.” “You’re being dramatic.” “You’re never in the news for anything but mergers and gala speeches. And now you’re on the front page with a woman—and not just any woman, a complete mystery. No one knows who she is. The internet is losing its mind.”

She added. It was my turn to scrunch my face. “And the green eyes, those aren't contacts?” She rolled her eyes, like what I said didn't make any sense. “Why would I need contacts?” Rude! “So apparently, this isn't my past or future… then what is it?” I mumbled, more to myself. She didn't respond. Instead, this version of Luca did. He nodded towards Lira. “Who's the little one?” He said curtly.