Luca X Alberto Fanart Novels & Stories

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“Don’t disappoint your namesake.” Alessandro is on the phone a few feet away, murmuring something in Italian. I recognize the clipped tone—it’s a business call, Mafia business, which he promised wouldn’t interrupt today. But of course, it has. It always does. I shift baby Luca onto my hip and scan the garden. Rosie is running barefoot on the grass, her curls bouncing, chasing Tim, who’s shrieking with laughter and clutching his juice like it’s his last defense. Alberto is seated under the gazebo with his sketchbook, nose scrunched in focus, capturing the chaos in charcoal. Who thought he would take to painting after his father?

Luciano challenged in his icy tone, “Are you sure about that?” Alberto frowned in confusion. “Yes, I’m sure.” He then turned to look at Rita, who stood beside him—only to see her averting her eyes, as if she had been caught red-handed. “What’s going on?” Alberto asked in puzzlement. Luciano then signaled to Luca, who stepped forward and handed Alberto a file. Alberto opened it and began to read. As his eyes moved over the words, they slowly widened with disbelief. When he finished, he looked first at Rita and then at Luciano. “How has this happened?” he demanded.

I growled. Shocked, she let go of Lena's hand and turned around to face me, I could see the fear and stubbornness in her eyes. “What are you doing here Scarlett? How dare you attack her?” I asked her as I walked slowly closer to her. “How dare I? I can do whatever I well please, I am Luna!” She shouts. “And I'm the Alpha.” I growl so loud, the beakers on the table shake and Scarlett takes a few steps back and goes quiet, I'm sure she can see now that I'm serious.

Said Rasmus with a dejected sigh. "Oh shut up. She has beautiful eyes. Better than you two." Luca grumbled, making their head snap in his direction as they narrowed their eyes at him. "We know." They both said in unison, making Luca sigh. "My drawing is almost complete," Luca muttered and then showed his drawing to both of them only to earn a loud laugh from them. "What is this?" Hunter asked in between his laughter. "An angel," Luca replied with a shrug of his shoulder. "Luca, that looks like a mosquito," Rasmus commented with fake pity. Earning a low growl from Luca and his growl was like a baby.

Lucas said before he started eating his food, but his words were stopped by one of the groups next to them as they said “Have you heard the rumors, it is said that the Alpha has regained his Luna?” “Does this make sense? I heard that the Alpha made sacrifices to the ruler, Selene.” - The word god will be changed to “ruler” due to some religious reasons - "Yes, the Alpha suffered a lot. Luna should be grateful to him, because he waited for her all these years. The Alpha Lucian is truly loyal." The werewolves said boastfully, which made Lucas about to lose his mind. He was about to turn to them and say something, but his assistant caught him.

Dante, the oldest Fontaine son, tends to make less trouble than his brothers, but he's still a regular fixture in celebrity news media simply for being rich and famous and possessing such dark, brooding good looks. But Dante isn't the only Fontaine brother involved with Cataclysm: Earth. He wrote the part of Jax Walton specifically for Luca, his next youngest brother. Luca is arguably the golden boy of Hollywood. He's at the top of the A-list, a recurring star of the tabloids, and his acting chops are matched only by his inhumanly good looks. He's the perfect package. The very definition of a true movie star. And as I stand there waiting for Kyle Jacobs to instruct me to begin, Luca himself

He yanked open a drawer, pulling out a black folder marked with no label, flipping it open. Photographs spilled across the surface—grainy shots of men in masks, dim-lit warehouses, a single image of the crimson wolf symbol spray-painted on corrugated metal. “How do you even fight something like this?” I asked, stepping closer despite myself. “You don’t fight them in the open,” Luca replied. “You smoke them out. You make them reveal themselves.” Luciano’s eyes flicked up. “And I know exactly how.” His tone made Luca frown. “You’re thinking of using her, aren’t you?”

The angle of the photo gave the illusion the rock had a heartbeat. Fourth: This was the most disturbing, a picture of Edwards Kale–Luca's old rival-looking–eerily calm in the image as he was snapped unaware, a ghost from the past followed with a note scrawled in mocking handwriting:. > "Happy birthday, Father. Your competition is still alive." Luca dropped the photo. His hands trembled. “What the fuck...” He had decapitated Edwards himself. The blade had dulled on bone. And now he was sipping espresso in broad daylight?

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.