Luca Luhan 2024 Novels & Stories

I had no idea what she was talking about at all. "Hey Eva ..hold on, what are you talking about? I don't understand you at all. You said who did what?" I asked her. "Don't pretend as if you don't know what I am talking about! I am sure that you know very well what I mean! Alpha Huxley has gotten himself a new Luna ! The ceremony is going to take place in a few days! Wait....don't tell me that he didn't even tell you about this?!" Eva yelled on the other end of the phone.

"I called the sanctuary. They don't want him," Linda sighs, starting the meeting. Zack and Demetri groan, along with Grace and Jonathan, also vet assistances. Jonathan plumages his head on the table and dangles his limbs. Together, along with our secretary, we are known as Team 2. "I also called the sanctuary two cities over. They also refused," Linda looks down and the sixty-three-year-old secretary speaks up. "So, we have no choice but to keep him?" Eleanor adjusts her glasses that have a chain that lies around her neck.

Now he knows that Emily, his mom, and their son would have wanted him to pick himself up and be happy again. The next morning, Luca took a shower and got dressed, he didn’t have anything else planned out aside from putting an end to his two-plus years-long fight with Claudia, it felt insulting to even call it a fight. he got a text from his assistant telling him that there were some things that he needed to sign; He drove to his office and spent the whole morning, reading and signing proposals. By the time his phone rang, it was almost three pm in the afternoon, he picked up his phone, and it was Nicho calling.

“Wait, isn’t the lecture held at 4 pm? It’s still 3” “ you see Monna going early will get us the perfect seat….” Sera said excitedly slurring the last word while looking at Luiz who dramatically bowed and yelled “Front roll” They both cheered happily and dragged me along They had coerced me into going to a business lecture with them, I never had an interest in business courses and neither do they, they were only going because the lecture was going to be taken by this Logan Gills. They're th top 3 rated hottest guys in Scarlet.

I asked, wanting to know if he really liked this man as much as he claimed or if he was just watching for fun. “I like everything about him,” Luca said, putting down his sandwich before turning to me. “He can dribble past defenders like it’s nothing. Even Hatherway says he’s one of the best to ever play the game.” He paused, looking at my confused face as I tried to understand what he meant by defender. “He’s only twenty‑six, Tina, can you believe that? I hope Father can buy me a ticket when he saves enough.”

They were flirting with each other happily until Luca recognized me. At that moment, he forcefully shoved her onto the ground. It seemed like he wanted to explain the situation to me. However, I kept on walking. After that, I heard rumors that Luca never had a partner again. He stopped hiring assistants too. He started sponsoring a student by the name of Luna Young. He then handed most of his power over to her. A few years later, Luca died of a serious illness. Half of his inheritance was left to Luna, while the rest was donated to charity.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

Luca shook his head and sniffed again. "I'm sorry," He wiped his face and fanned it with his hands. "You guys are so adorable that's why." Lia rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. "I think that's the end of our session for today. Say hello to Layla for me." "Who's Layla?" Fernando asked also rising to his feet. Lia pointed at Luca with a smile and then made an impression of a swollen belly. Fernando nodded in understanding and reached for her. Layla was Luca's wife.

Once, he’d imagined telling Paolo the truth, a dramatic confrontation, a speech about being true to yourself. But Paolo had a gift. He could look at you and strip the spine right out of your body with a single sentence. Luca stood again, ran a hand through his dark hair, and took a long breath. He picked up his phone from the marble counter. Messages from assistants, reminders from the press team, a notification from the event planner for tomorrow. Everything humming along like a machine built to bury him. He tapped into his contacts and hesitated. Then he swiped away. Tonight, he didn’t want assistants or handlers or yes men.

Unknown number. *Ask him about June 12th. See how honest he really is.* His blood turned to ice. June 12th—the date on the incriminating photo. Luca frowned. "What?" "Nothing." Daniel pocketed his phone. "Just my editor." But Luca was already reaching for another cigarette, his hands steadier than his voice. "Jordan's throwing a party tomorrow night. Wear something nice." Luca's Beverly Hills mansion looked like a magazine spread—all cold marble and abstract art that probably cost more than Daniel would make in a lifetime. He wandered the halls, running fingers along framed gold records, trying to reconcile this place with the trailer park Luca had described.