Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

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.

The light shone on his face, revealing my savior. Luca Marino. “You wear this attire out and expect no one to look at you?” He chimed in. I rolled my eyes swiftly. “Why are you so mean all times? You hate me so much, don’t you?” I muttered, still drunk. “Let’s go, Energia. You need to rest.” Luca suggested. He was as mysterious as ever. “Nah, I’m not leaving my homegirl, Calily. I love her so much!” I yelled. He looked insanely gorgeous with his two faces.

A responsible adult with morals and trust issues. Get it together. “…yeah,” Luca said again. “Hold on. Let us switch to FaceTime. This line is acting up. I have to tell you about something crazy that happened today.” He flopped back onto the bed, and angled the camera. I was clearly looking at the screen now. It had the 'connecting' icon on it. I waited patiently to see who was on the other end, out of curiosity. Until a pair of slate blue eyes and a chin lined with hair filled the screen. The world narrowed to a single, breathless point.

He turned to Asher and extended a hand. “Hi,” he said, lips quirking into a smile. “I’m Luca.” Asher arched a brow. “Oh? First time here?” “Sort of,” Luca replied. “I’ve been before, but that guy was a lying closeted mess. You’re meeting the updated version. Less internalized trauma, better hair.” Asher laughed as he took his hand. “Kieran. I work in security. I have trust issues and a tragic backstory, but I’ve recently started therapy.”

He's looking directly at me for one short second before turning to Millie when she starts talking again. Instead of the usual casual wear of jeans and t-shirt that I normally see him don, or if we were to be honest nowadays I see him more in his underwear or the lack of it, well, today he definitely looked different in that charcoal grey suit, radiating the aura of a leader. So his name is Luca? L.L.S. Luca Sinclair. He's not a millionaire as I imagined before? He actually works? Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family?

Like he promised Emma, Luca toned down his dressing to jeans and a t-shirt. He wore a duplicate mustache, which made Emma laugh until her stomach hurts. "You look ridiculous" Emma pointed out after she stopped laughing long enough to tell him that. Luca turned his head towards her and shook his head. They are walking down the stairs in Liquid tonic, to go to the carnival. "Really?" he asked with an amused expression. Hiding his true face is what Luca does best. No one apart from a few trusted members in Liquid Tonic only knows, how he looked. Even Tasha saw his face, but she did not know he is Luca Vitiello.

The camera focused on a tall figure in an expensive-looking dark suit who was standing up to acknowledge the introduction, and when he turned slightly to wave at the crowd, I felt every drop of blood drain from my face. He was taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, with shorter hair that was styled professionally instead of the messy way he’d worn it in high school. The expensive suit made him look older and more sophisticated, like he’d stepped out of some corporate magazine spread. But his face was exactly the same - sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, the profile that had been burned into my memory along with every cruel word he’d ever said to me. It was Luca. I sat there comp

LUCA “NINA!” The sudden, unexpected, thunderous voice I unintentionally released makes both Nina and the asshole jump in surprise. "L-Luca?" Her voice gives a high-pitch squeak while her eyes widen in vivid surprise. The guy stares at me then at her before he speaks, "You know, Luca de Milano? The Luca de Milano?!" His eyes and his smile widened, processing the thought. "I am a huge fan!" Oh boy, a sense of deja vu looming in my mind.

I quickly looked away, forcing a smile as I greeted his parents. “She's so lovely, just as I expected” Alpha Mateo said, smiling. He glanced at his son, then at me. “I'm guessing you haven't met each other. Lukas, meet your fiancée. My eyes widened, “What?!”

Then I slid my hand to the zipper of my short pulling it down until my cock stood raw and magnimus. _Don’t._ _….._ __I want you to touch yourself and moan my name.__ I place the phone on my tripod, set the camera. The screen flickers to life as the video call connects, Luca's face filling the frame with that wicked grin that always unravels me. He's shirtless, propped up in what looks like his bed, the background a blur of dark sheets and city light filtering through blinds. His eyes lock onto mine through the lens, dark and hungry, like he's already got me pinned down.