Luca X Alberto Ship Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Going somewhere!” I heard Luca screamed again surprising me as he kept tailing us then pour us with bullets that leave lots of people killed. “Please go fast!” I talk to the captain then he also he immediately speed up the ship but Luca is still tailing us even if we’re almost to the pier.

“I heard rumors you were dead.” “Not yet,” Mateo said. Luca grinned, showing a row of gold teeth. “Then what brings the living ghost to my dock?” Mateo glanced at Lorenzo. “We need a boat. No questions.” Luca’s grin faded. “No questions, huh? Are you running from Ricardo?” Lorenzo stepped forward before Mateo could answer. “We’re running from everyone.” Luca studied him with interest. “Ah, the De Luca boy. I’ve seen your face in the papers. You look less polished in person.”

Below, the sea looked like it wanted to swallow everything whole, just like the world he’d been born into. It had been nearly forty-eight hours since his confrontation with Dominic, and the revelations still grated on his nerves. Diego had lied. Sophia’s silence cut deeper. And Carlo’s murder? The questions surrounding it only multiplied with each new piece of intel that landed in Alex’s lap. He turned as heavy footsteps approached behind him. It was Luca, face tight and pale, his usual cocky confidence stripped raw. “They hit the warehouse in Rosso Bay last night,” Luca said without preamble. “Set fire to everything. Four men are dead. Two more missing.”

(Adraino pov) “Boss, the port confirmed the shipment arrived an hour ago.” I looked up from the back seat of the SUV, my fingers tapping once against the leather armrest as Luca sat across from me with a tablet in his hand and three other vehicles followed closely behind us through the dark highway leading toward the docks. “And Alvarez?” I asked calmly. Luca’s expression hardened slightly. “Quiet.” “That means he’s planning something,” I replied. “He lost too much money already,” one of the men in the front seat muttered. “He won’t sit still.”

Not now. Luca walked over, breathing hard, blood streaked on his arm where a graze had caught him. He grinned faintly. “You’re going to owe me a drink for this one.” Ghost shook his head, though he felt the tension in his chest ease slightly. “You didn’t get us killed. That’s enough for now.” Luca’s grin faltered, replaced by a faint shadow of seriousness. “We need to follow up. The main shipment, they’ll reroute. We have to anticipate them before they get out of reach.”

“She’s not had an easy life. Let’s just let her be. After all, she will be your Luna.” “Yeah, I know. It won’t happen again. We’ll leave her memories alone,” I promise. As I slide to my feet, Lilith’s words sweep into my mind. The emotions hit harder than when she was here. I fix the chair where I pulled it out from, my back to him when I ask, “Do you believe me when I say the fire was an accident?”

Then the second clan which could be called Beta clan was the Edmund clan. The Alpha of the Edmund clan was Bryan. Sometimes Bryan stayed for quite a while in the Sommerset clan to be with Alpha Antara. Bryan Edmund was the example of Alpha from the Beta Edmund clan who spent most of his time with the Alpha clan. He was the rock to Alpha Antara. Beta Bryan always wanted to see Alpha Antara and Luna Divandriya to be together always, because he had known them even before they had changed into wolves.

When their king killed dozens upon dozens of people within seconds, it was hard not to be afraid. Luca couldn't return fast enough. "I found some interesting shipping containers," Luca explained as Elena bandaged his hand. "They were mislabeled to look like the other rival family—either the Sobanos or the Nitellos, depending on which container it was—had stolen from the other family." "The timing is certainly suspicious," Massimo said. "They were negotiating a big business deal—there was talks about even arranging a marriage to solidify a long term alliance." Elena frowned as she tied off the end of Luca's bandage. "It sounds like somebody didn't want that happening," Elena said. "And then t

I was already out the door, coat trailing behind me like a shadow. --- The docks were a mess of rust and whispers. Fog curled like smoke from a dying fire. The air was thick with salt and danger. Luca met me near the water, face grim. “No shipment, boss,” he said. “But we caught two vans hauling crates. Not ours. No IDs, but the markings were from the Ravenna line.” I let the words settle like lead. “Did they see us?” “No. We’re ghosts.” The corner of my lip curled.

he jested, nudging my shoulder with a light chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. As I stood there, gazing over the ship's railing, I noticed Luca's men bustling about, hauling packets of bottled water aboard alongside bags of vibrant produce from the markets. The final remnants of our supplies were making their way on board—within twenty minutes, we'd be casting off, embarking on our quest to search two of the islands, Giovanni's and Edoardo's. Both of them were, at least on paper, dead and buried.