Luca Villain Novels & Stories

"They’re doing a damn good job of it." Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Lyanna stepped inside, her expression tight with worry. "Did it happen again?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Luca ran a hand through his hair, nodding. "Worse this time. They weren’t just watching. They were speaking to me. Whispering things." A chill ran down my spine. "What did they say?" Luca hesitated, his jaw tightening. "That I deserve this. That everything is my fault. That no matter what I do, I’ll always be the villain in the end."

Vivian hated how beautiful it looked from above. Cities always looked innocent from far enough away. Luca, meanwhile, looked infuriatingly relaxed. He sat opposite her with one arm draped over the back of his chair, his suit jacket discarded, a glass of wine balanced loosely between elegant fingers. Luca Rossi remained one of the most dangerous men Vivian had ever met. Not because he was ruthless. That would have been easier. Ruthless men were predictable. Luca was dangerous because people liked him. Because Isadora Vale liked him. Because he was more than willing to be a pawn, a shadow, and what not, for Isadora Vale.

I put her to bed as soon as we got home and went to my office to chat with Valeria and Nicola. Her expression was one of disbelief. “I don't understand why the family would want her dead; it doesn't make sense. There are so many more things to start a war with,” Valeria said. “Not one that makes sense,” Nicola said. “The most absurd thing of all is Luca,” said Valeria. “He has shown appreciation for his sister.” “How do you know that?” asked Nicola with a frown. “We studied together, genius,” said Valeria. "He was looking out for the girl, what she needed, trips, supplies. If there was anything that took him off axis and made him normal, it was Chiara. Something is missing from this story."

"You'd spend your whole life caring for an invalid, watching your youth shrivel up while you play nurse to a man who can't even fuck you. You deserve to be fucked, to be filled with cum and made to cum. That beautiful body of yours is begging for a man's cock, a man's load inside you. Why waste it?" The ceramic felt heavy in my trembling hand. The drug was making it harder to think clearly, to remember why I was fighting so hard. "I have a proposition," Luca continued, moving slightly closer despite my warning. "I know you think I'm just some predator, but you're wrong. I've been watching you for months, admiring your strength, your loyalty, your beauty. You deserve so much more than the lif

“First, we remove Victoria’s fangs.” Lucca valued nothing more than power and profit. So I would make him watch how he would lose everything in pursuit of those very things.

Luciano said as he walked towards me. “I didn’t do shit!” I retorted as Micah smirked, even though he was smiling. Something wasn’t right. “I told Gabriel to rip you to pieces, but he wanted to be an honourable man and save you. But you don’t need to save this time,” Luca said as he stood in the middle of the room, looking up at me. “Honorable? Your brother is a monster. He doesn’t deserve Octavia,” I retorted, looking at the glass, which was an option for me to escape from.

“But guess what, you know this mysterious young alpha from the Hart family right?” “You mean alpha Lucien?” “Yes, I don’t know what she did but she managed to hook up with him and now she is shamelessly clinging to him.” “How can she have no shame? But I have heard that, that man Lucien is very powerful and very ruthless. If anyone dares to play tricks on him, they will die without knowing how!”

And it made his blood boil. “They lied to me. To both of us,” Luca continued, voice breaking. “The tag… L-08… It’s not just a number. It’s a designation. There are others like me. Others they built. Others they’re holding—maybe as weapons, maybe worse. I don’t know.” Aiden’s eyes went dark. The fury that had been coiled under the surface since Bishop’s betrayals, since Saint’s death, since every second Luca had been in danger—it exploded.

Liam Conall. A gasp almost escapes me. He walks in alone. No extra person. No backup. Just him, a man stepping into a lion’s den, relying purely on the desperation of a father. My mind races. He’s either incredibly brave, incredibly foolish, or so blindly devoted to his daughter that he’d walk into hell unarmed. Luca recovers from his initial shock with a predatory grin spreading across his face, revealing a flash of brilliant white teeth in the gloom. It’s not a smile of amusement, but of pure, unadulterated malice.

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush