Luca With The Lid Off Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice eyes tinkling with amusement. "You did," I giggled. "Mmmm. So why are you still doing it?" He asked, his voice teasing. He palmed my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I squealed, both surprised and delighted. Hours had passed since we finished our food, but we were both still awake. Luca was hunched over his laptop, immersed in his work, the screen illuminating his face, while I was using his iPad to continue watching my anime episodes. Luca looked like a very powerful sex symbol with the glasses he had on, no shirt, messy and overgrown wolf cut sitting atop his head, inked skin, low hanging grey prints. So hot. It was hard to concentrate on the show with him sitting r

"I'll be back, let me use the bathroom. Immediately she said that I left the door to my hiding place cause I knew Luca would run out. And just like I predicted, Luca soon opened the door, looking around to see if anyone was there before coming out and closing the door as quietly as possible. He looked at his phone in his left hand and smiled broadly pressing something. Hold on! Did he video them? I couldn't believe it. Could Luca possibly do something as cruel as that? Humans can be so unbelievable. Little noises from Laura's room brought me back. It was like Luca heard it too and ran over to where I was, to hide as well, but he didn't see me. He pressed the sleep button on his phone and eve

but even as I complain, I’m grinning, hiding half my face behind the blanket. Luca doesn’t miss a beat. He orders a meal careful, healthy, high-protein, all-organic and serves it to me with a precision that borders on obsession. Every bite, every sip, he monitors, his dark eyes assessing me like he’s measuring my very worth. He makes me text the team, canceling tomorrow’s dinner. I know better than to argue if I don’t, he’ll confiscate my phone and do it himself. The game plays across the TV, but the moment I take that last hit, he kills the screen.

Even though Luca said it softly, everyone still heard it. Dante looked as if he had been slapped. His pupils contracted sharply. "What did you say?" Luca didn't look at him or Sofia. Instead, his gaze fell on me. He parted his lips but ultimately said nothing. In the end, he turned and walked toward the exit. Dante knelt on the floor, watching Luca disappear through the doorway. His lips trembled twice. Finally, he turned back and said to Leonardo, "In that case, I'll offer two of my hands and my tongue. Is that enough?"

I guess I could rest easy now. “No, that simply won’t do,” Luca refused, getting up and walking to the door. “A moment, please,” he said over his shoulder and left the room. I remained standing, awkwardly rubbing my sweaty hands on my green apron. As I idly looked around, I noticed a small, glossy-black sculpture on the windowsill to my left. It was in the shape of a bird that seemed to be about to take flight. But that wasn’t what made me start walking towards it.

she says calmly, even as venom drips from her tone. Camila De Luca isn’t nicknamed Belladonna for nothing. Beneath her sweet exterior lies a deadly nightshade, ready to strike at anyone who crosses her. Right now, I seem to be her target. “I already told you,” I insist, refusing to elaborate. “I’m here for my honeymoon.” “Father is furious, and if you’re not careful, he’ll take the next flight to Paris before you can say ‘Jack.’ If you won’t talk to me, you’d better speak to him!”

“They are called the witches seaweed. Deadly things, it was never in the lake before. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how strong, it'll bring you down. The trick was to not move when they're about to circle on your feet. They'll try to tickle you first. If you move, they'll know you're a living being and drag you into the water. But if you manage to stand still, it'll eventually loosen and leave you alone.” “But you battled it with your sword?” I asked. “Not everyone goes swimming with a blade.” He said as a matter of fact, and I hummed before laying my head on his shoulder and being unable to keep my eyes open. I fell asleep in his arms. “Wake up, Daci.” I felt a light tap on my c

“You’re not him. You can’t be him.” “But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?” Lucian staggered back a step. No one else would know that. Only Luca. Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.

I was about to suggest we move to a different part of the festival when I noticed the crowd parting slightly, people stepping aside to let someone through in a way Luca emerged from between two food trucks, his eyes scanning our table until they locked onto me, and the expression on his face made my stomach drop somewhere around my knees. He wasn’t wearing the nice guy mask he’d been maintaining since our coffee shop conversation. His jaw was clenched tight enough that I could see the muscle twitching, his hands were balled into fists at his sides, and there was something wild in his eyes that suggested his control was hanging by a very thin thread. “Oh shit,” Naomi said quietly, apparently

Instant silence. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" My Alpha voice filled the room with raw power. "Yes, we're in trouble. Big trouble. But screaming won't solve anything. Tomorrow morning, we figure out who's responsible and how to fix it. Until then, everyone stays calm." The silence felt fragile, like thin ice over a frozen lake. Every face showed the same thing—desperate hope mixed with complete doubt. Lucas's voice cut through the quiet: "Twenty-four hours, Andre. After that, we choose someone else."