Novel & Cerita Luca Kaneshiro Real Face

But just before the exit, they stop. The taller one pulls off his mask. And I freeze. That face. That frown. “Oh my god.” My whisper is barely audible. “Noah?” “The one next to him has to be his father,” I say. Wondering why he would do this. Luca stares at the screen, like he wants to pull them out from the screen and kill them with his bare hands. “Motherfucker!” he spits.

He looked exactly like Kai except for the cold, calculating look in his eyes and the fact that he wasn’t bleeding. “You’re late,” Luca said when they walked in. “We had to make sure we weren’t followed,” Leo answered. He helped Kai sit on a crate. “What do you have?” Luca turned the laptop around. On the screen was a live feed of a news broadcast. The Don’s face filled the frame. He looked calm, almost fatherly, as he spoke to the cameras.

“I–I j–just… th–thinking.” “Mm.” Kain removed the mask slowly, folding it and placing it aside on the dresser, exposing the man beneath, that sharp jawline, that cold mouth that curved only when someone else bled for it. His eyes scanned Luca’s face too carefully. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Nothing got past him. Luca hated that. He also hated how much he depended on it. “I–I’m f–fine,” Luca lied, badly. Kain’s eyebrow lifted. A silent accusation. Luca’s stomach flipped. He licked his lips. “I p–promise…”

"Sekani, it's time for you to give the vote of thanks. People are starting to go home." Sekani immediately pushed to her feet. "Oh, I totally forgot about that." Then she turned to me. "Let's go, Sean." "I'll be there in a minute." She looked at me, then at Luca. I could see that she didn't want to leave us both here. Seemed she knew what was going to happen. But Shirley carted her away, leaving just us both. Luca. I knew him from college. He was a contrastingly different person from the nerd I used to know. He no longer looked scrawny and the hormonal acne was all gone. In fact, this was a glow-up. It also comes with an insanely annoying audacity.

He turned to me. “Elena, he’s alive.” I blinked. “Who?” Rafael met my eyes. “*Luca.*” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Silence fell like a guillotine. Damien was the first to speak. “That’s impossible. Luca died. I watched the footage myself.” “The footage,” Rafael said bitterly, “was staged. Luca faked his death. Not just to escape — but to reinvent himself. He’s the real architect of this game.” I shook my head slowly. “No… no, he wouldn’t. He was my cousin. My—”

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

Monalisa raised an eyebrow in doubt ‘luca is closer to marco than I am, how sure are you that marco won’t recognize him’. ‘As I have said before, through a series of tested disguises luca looked totally unrecognizable’ Silvia proceeded to give Monalisa her phone. Sitting up, Monalisa collects the phone. She saw a picture of a young business man even though he was in suit, he looked like a bad ass and he pierced his ear. ‘Who the fuck is this’ Monalisa asks glancing at the phone; Jeremy sits close to Monalisa and checks who she was talking about.

The car rolled past while Drake dropped to his knees, tears and snot streaking his face. "Aria! Aria!" He screamed my name until his voice broke and nothing came out at all. Cole kicked him aside. "Get out of here! Don't embarrass yourself! If you ever harass Luna Aria again, the Alpha King won't spare you!" That was when Drake finally understood. From the moment I became the Alpha King's Luna, a canyon opened between us that he would never cross. The driver had to help him back to the Eastgate territory. Isabella had planned to throw a fit and make him kneel in the training yard. But when the car door opened, he just sat there in a daze, like the world had ended.

He was another popular driver. “Hello,” he said, and stretched out his hand for me to shake. “I'm Luca. You are?” I eyed his hand and hesitantly shook it. I blinked hard when he didn't shake back, rather he lifted my hand to his face and kissed my knuckles. “I…I… My name's Lana,” I said, my cheeks stinging with a blush from what he had done. This was intense. He lowered my hand but still held onto it while smiling softly at me.

I went to the front entrance, staring out at the parking lot through the glass doors. The black SUV pulled into the lot with a screech of tires that made the valet jump. The headlights cut through the dark like twin daggers. Luca stepped out. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a dark hoodie and jeans, his face a mask of cold, controlled fury. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a hunter. He started toward the doors, and I realized I had exactly ten seconds before my two worlds collided in front of fifty witnesses.