Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” Caroline looked directly at me. “You think she’s dead. But Cassandra Navarro never died, Mira. She simply became someone else.” I stared at her. “What are you talking about?” Caroline tilted her head, almost pitying. “You’ll see soon enough. But when you do—remember that Luca isn’t who you think he is either.” The words hit like ice water. Before I could respond, Luca stepped forward, voice dangerously quiet. “You’ve said enough.”

Elisha walked into the room as Luca's muffled scream filtered from the pillow into his ears. Luca turned to face him. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for you to finish throwing your tantrum like a pup," Elisha shot at him with a relaxed poise, his hands behind his head as he sprawled on the sofa. "You done now?" Luca sat up on his bed facing Elisha. "It was a hoax. It wasn't her," he said quietly, his voice almost a hush—a mix of pain and rage. "That witch… Orchid…"

No windows visible. Just grey walls and a single hanging light above his head. His hair looked slightly messy. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. But his face… His face looked perfectly calm. Too calm. Like a man enjoying a quiet evening conversation instead of a kidnapping. He leaned forward slightly and smiled. “Hello brother.” The word sounded almost friendly. Almost. I stared at the screen without speaking. Luca tilted his head slowly. “You look angry,” he said with fake concern while resting his elbow on his knee.

Kanaya pushed Lucas’s hand away. “I am not Kanaya. The old Kanaya is dead. The one standing in front of you now is Lana. I will never accept oppression from you again, Mr. Lucas.” Lana stared back as if she felt no fear toward the man in front of her.

We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello, and I’m a man of Italian origins. I’m twenty-eight, with a dark, scruffy beard, olive skin, thick eyebrows, pale green eyes, scars on my face as well as all over my goddamn body.

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.

Ego. "You did well Anastasia, now, I'm sure you've been wondering who I really am, and since you did well, I'm going to reward you and let you know a little bit about me," he said then he continued, "Yes, Anastasia, I am the new streetfighter. Why do I fight? That's a story for another time. Also, Anastasia, my name is Luca, " "What's your surname?" I asked. He turned around and looked at me like I was prey. 7

Reaching out to his face, Hunter peeled off the thin layer of human skin. The disguise fell away effortlessly, revealing Lucas’ striking features beneath. Sharp jawline, the cold confidence of a man who had always been in control. And his hazel eyes. A collective gasp echoed through the room. The room fell dead silent as Carlo’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even Vince’s eyes widened in shock. “What’s wrong, Carlo?” Lucas asked provokingly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Carlos’ fists clenched. “You’re not dead?”