Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Everyone is silent, eager to hear what he has to say. “Alicia, my mate and Luna of our pack, is a healer. No one has noticed that my injuries are gone, just by placing her hand on the wound. Can you imagine that?" He says to everyone's shock. Silence reigns for a whole minute as they digest the statement and what it means. “Are you sure Drake?" Alpha Lazarus asks, looking up, having taken a break from his food. “Certainly. I can join the battleground even tomorrow. I feel more rejuvenated and energized. More energized than the day I joined the war." He says.

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?!”

Kissa bit her lower lip after giving her the answer. Luna Savina’s face paled when she finally heard the truth from Kissa. At first, she had her doubts about her words, but when she heard her answer, it actually made sense. “Luna, are you okay?” Raven only spoke when she saw the change in Luna Savina’s face.

He bowed his head and smiled at Rosalind and Kathy. “Nice to meet you, madam. I’m Luca Russo. Please call me Luca.” Rosalind smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you too, Luca. I’m Rosalind Miller. You can call me Rosalind.” Luca shook his head. “I can’t do that because you are my boss’s fiancee.” “I’m not his fiancee yet,” Rosalind protested. “You will be soon.” Luca grinned until his eyes shaped a crescent. “I know my boss well enough, Miss Miller.”

"What?" "Luca Giovanni has a son." He continues. "His name is Leo Giovanni. He's a famous Italian model and Vanessa has even worked with him on a couple of shoots. Thanks to daddy, he has worked with the most famous designers in the world and is a famous face on the runway." I think I know where Nate is heading with this story...

I narrated. There was silence among us and I can tell that they were both freaked out about the whole story and looked at me hesitantly. I wouldn’t blame them if they won’t believe it because it sounds a little too freaky and unusual too. William continued his research about LUAHU and he looked as if he was not going to give up while Liv silently contemplating about the whole idea. “Harrison isn’t it kind of odd?” My brows knitted in the middle of my forehead, “What is odd?”

We both turned. Luca stood in the gateway. His good jacket still on from the council session. His hair was disheveled, which almost never happened. His face carried the same expression I had seen at the compound right after I yanked the power cable. No mask on it. No performance. Just the real thing underneath, and the real thing was dangerous. He looked at us. Not at how close we had been standing. Not at the embrace he had just interrupted. He looked at his father and then at me and something complicated moved across his face in the space of two seconds.