Novel & Cerita Luca Villain

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.

Then Luca comes as a british man who wants to apply for a job as a secretary to Jacob. "You've known my father that long? Why have we never met before?” Luca smiled a little at Calistha as he cut his steak calmly. Actually, he had always been watching Calistha from a distance, pretending to be someone else she didn't know so that she wouldn't notice his presence. Jacob is a man who is very protective of his daughter. It was a fact that Calistha had never realized all this time. So, Luca plays a spy whose job is to keep an eye on Calistha while admiring her from a distance. Honestly it's a little tricky. Jacob orders Luca to make sure that Calistha is safe from his enemies without the woman k

“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!”

Vale’s eyes shifted between them carefully. “You truly love him.” Damon’s grip tightened around the gun. “You say that like it’s a flaw.” Vale answered instantly. “It is.” Luca finally snapped. “No,” he said sharply. Everyone looked at him. Luca stepped forward slowly. Voice shaking slightly from emotion and exhaustion. “You think emotions make people weak because you’ve never experienced one that wasn’t twisted into control.” Vale’s expression cooled instantly. “You’re emotionally unstable.” “I’m human.” The words cracked through the warehouse like gunfire.

King was listening to his own funeral arrangements. "Silvio was always a vulture," Luca muttered, more to himself than to us. He looked down at the map in his hand, his thumb tracing the grid lines with a predatory focus. "He thinks he’s won. He thinks the Romano secret died in that cellar. He has no idea what I’m bringing back to the city." "What are you bringing back, Luca?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "A piece of paper and a girl you hate? Good luck taking over the city with that."

Luca made me so happy. People needed mafia men as somebody to point at, and say that they were the bad guys. People who took part in organized crime, selling drugs, killing people who got on the wrong side of them. But in truth… Getting to know Luca made me realize that all monsters weren’t evil. Luca never killed innocent people. He always killed people who weren’t worthy of breathing, who didn’t deserve to live in the first place. Marcello was a fucker who wasn’t worthy of breathing.

Luca tried to stand again, but pain nearly dropped him back to the ground. “Ava,” he breathed harshly. “Move.” “No.” The word surprised even her. Because she meant it completely. Damien tilted his head curiously. “Do you know how many people have died because of him?” Ava didn’t answer. “Do you know what he really is?” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Shut up.” But Damien ignored him. “He’s not a victim, Ava. He’s worse than Vittorio ever was.” “That’s a lie.”

Long enough for me to think of my next move. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes, ignoring the throbbing ache in my leg where Bianca’s blade had bitten deep. I had survived worse. I would survive this. Because the alternative—bringing him into the light—was a death sentence for us all. And Luca, for all his power and fury, had no idea what kind of monster he was truly hunting. ----------------- LUCA Valentino Costa.

Everyone’s expressions were filled with pure shock, disbelief that soon turned into rage. Luca saw himself up on the big screen pushing Marcella, his face twisted in cold satisfaction, forever captured in the evidence. And while Victoria tried to save the woman, he slipped away like a discreet shadow, taking advantage of the fact that people were rushing toward the outer garden. It was as if all the blood drained from Luca’s body. He was finished, and he knew he had to run, because he wasn’t the hunter... he was the prey. Luca wanted to speak the language of kings when he was nothing but a disposable pawn.

“I didn’t lie. I omitted part of the truth.” Luca’s lip curled in a dangerous way. “Some might say omitting part of the truth is lying.” “The only opinion that matters to me is yours.” Luca came closer. The gun is still hanging down in a relaxed way. The sight might have fooled someone who didn’t know Luca as well as I did. Luca was a born killer. Few men were as dangerous as him, with or without a gun. “If that were true, you would have told me everything when I asked.”