Luca Vitiello Novels & Stories

If Luca used to spend all of his time at work and at home, his daily activities now include dating his sweetheart Tilaine Doukas. The woman is the daughter of a well-known composer and music producer Xander Clay Doukas, and one of the seven grandchildren of the Underground Society's founder, Senior Klimt True Knight dela Vega. Of course, Tilainel was unaware of her late grandfather's previous life, and Luca had no intention of informing her. Even his membership in the organization is something he intends to keep hidden from her.

Like he was my friend but he was not and he wanted me to know that. “I am Avara Dimitri, and I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was just a child. So no, I do not who my parents are.” I answered already feeling hurt but angry. “Risorto,” He said and the air around me became tense and wild and soon I flew towards him. “Fergil!” André shouted and I closed my eyes when I could hear his voice. If this ma wanted to kill me, could they stop? “Calm down, I can’t hurt her, I’ve told you.” He answered with an eye roll, holding my jaw and dragging me closer. His eyes looked deeply into mine and swallowed when he smiled.

His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title “Black hills high” Lucas entered the tent to reach for the Jersey, “We’re not supposed to be touching stuff Lucas, we don’t want to get our fingerprints on anything that could compromise us enough” Roman warned as he started getting on the lookout before anyone finds them there Lucas came back out with the Jersey, “The Victim was a student of this school and her name is Sophie” he turned the back of the Jersey to Roman “Sophie 9” Roman read the wording slowly, “It looks like a sport wear” he added

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

It’s impossible unless there’s some magic in it. “Both of you must be wondering how it would happen because there’s no way it would.” He responded calmly with a smile. “So...” I trailed off as Harry glances at me. “Why did it happen?” “There’s a story behind it.” Cortèz states and it instantly made me curious. “In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian la

"That was just because, asshole. There's no fun in marrying her and I don't find her attractive." That was a fucking big lie. "This is the first time you're lying in an obvious manner, Roman Rico," Cleto said, his big mouth unable to shut up as usual. But he wasn't wrong at all. The Lilith Belluci - Vittoria, was fucking attractive. Even more attractive close-up and more attractive than the last time I had seen her. Everyone who I had heard her name roll off their tongues found her attractive as well. They all wanted her and I knew if they got the slightest chance like mine, they would have wedded her already.

"I've read all the books about my family and none of them say anything about me having a brother." The man in the bed let out a small chuckle. "There is so much about your past that you don't know, Luna." I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he claim to be my brother when I had never heard about him before? "Tell me the truth," I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering. "Who are you really?" The man's expression softened, and he reached out a hand towards me. "My name is Lucian," he said softly. "I know this must be hard for you to believe, but it's true. We share the same father."

he confirmed before he goes to create more space between them and started heading in the opposite direction of the lot. Please do not say anything else, please do not call me back, please do not say anything else, he chanted in his head as he kept on walking slowly but gradually increased his speed. Lucian could see his new favorite restaurant in the distance, the barely standing ‘E’ in the Beatrice’s restaurant. He would choose the chipping paint of this restaurant over the freshly painted cafeteria in the lecturer’s lodge of the university anytime, any day.

**SERA** The metallic *click* of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. I stood frozen by the heavy door, my heart furiously against my ribs so hard I thought he might see it jumping under my cheap cotton sweater. Luca Vitale didn’t move from his leather armchair. He sat completely relaxed, legs parted slightly, one hand resting casually on the armrest while the other spun a heavy crystal tumbler of whiskey on ice . The dim, moody lighting of the room caught the sharp angles of his handsome face and the dangerous, predatory gleam in those striking green eyes.

And Dante had taught him things—whether intentionally or not. An old alias whispered in his mind: Matteo Viero. A name Dante had once used when dealing with sketchy clients. Something about keeping business clean and separate. Luca had laughed at it once. Now it burned in his throat. He typed the name into an obscure corporate registry search. Hit. Matteo Viero was listed as the manager of an LLC—KV Holdings. Registered just last year. Luca clicked deeper. The company owned a property in Manhattan. A penthouse.