Novel Luca Novels & Stories

“I already know who I want to be.” Luca kept Dante’s letter in the bottom drawer of his desk. He never opened it again. “I forgive him,” he told me later. “But I will not go back to New York.” “We are not going back.” At sixteen, Luca began volunteering at a local hospital. At eighteen, he was accepted into medical school. On the morning he left, Julian checked his luggage twice. Luca closed the case with exaggerated patience before embracing us both. “I will come home for Christmas.” Julian patted his back. “Remember to eat between classes.”

Luca whispered, his voice slurred slightly by the whiskey. He walked over to the bookshelves. He pulled out a rare, first-edition volume, examined its pristine spine, and casually tossed it onto the floor. He pulled out another, throwing it onto the desk. One by one, he scattered Adrian's meticulously organized collection, leaving books splayed open on the dark Persian rug. But it wasn't enough. He wanted his presence to be undeniable. Luca walked out of the study, the crystal glass still in his hand, and headed back to his bedroom. He bypassed the empty food trays in the hallway and went straight for his suitcase. He unzipped the side pocket and pulled out his sketchpad and a set of charcoa

ELIRA's second full season sold through by November, the coats first, the waiting list at eleven months and climbing. Luca acquired words the way the canal acquired rain: ciao, no, more, mama, horse (whinnied, catastrophically, at everything). Lucia moved her knitting to the west salon permanently and took to narrating the negotiations to the boy like a serial: "Today Mamma's friend fights the dragons with paper." Elena's notes from those weeks survive in her ledger, margin to margin: royalty floors next to horse, waiver language next to ciao. The season a family was built inside a war, each keeping the other's hours.

He handed the notebook to Saint. Saint took the book from him and started skimming through the pages. “These are Luca’s ?” he asked and looked up at said boy who blushed. “Yep,” said Jedi with a proud smile on his face. Saint looked back down at the book, flipping slowly through the papers. “These are good,” he said. “I really like this one but it looks unfinished.” He held open the book and turned it so that Luca could see. “I… I started writing that before my mom died,” said Luca as he sat on the couch. “She died a couple days after I started writing it. Just… never had the motivation to finish it.”

his voice soured on mentioning Cain. “You don't like him much do you?” Alissa asked. Luca sniffed as he straightened his back, “We have rarely seen eye to eye. He had never really agreed with my interests.” Luca's jaw hardened. “Oh? What interests?” Alissa asked. Luca picked up his drink, taking a sip. Alissa wondered if he was avoiding the question until he spoke. “I like to read; human books. He always deemed I should fill my head with wolf history and laws rather than stories of the human world,” he finally replied.

Luca. We arrived at the duplex late in the afternoon. I was eager to see how my family had settled. Catalina and Luciano walked into the house. "Wow, Luca, I did not expect you to relocate," she said, admiring the duplex. It was small compared to my mansion in Ashfield but homely. Emma made the mansion homely eventually, but this place looked more homely than the mansion. There was still friction between Luciano and Catalina. I knew it would take a while for my sister to forgive him. They had claimed each other, so it was obvious she would have no choice but to forgive him eventually. I longed for the day Emma and I would wear each other's marks. I could not wait. I wished we could claim eac

Enzo had already informed Luca about the —gift he was bringing, and Luca happily sent his men to receive the gift, thinking it was Madison. When his men returned with Anna, who couldn't stop kicking and shouting at his men to let her go, Luca was already sitting in his sitting room with his legs crossed. He was into woman trafficking and also owned a lot of nightclubs and casinos in the city. He was equally powerful, just like Enzo. His men left Anna in front of him. Luca bent down and examined Anna. "You are not the girl from that day; you are the other one," Luca said and scoffed. “I'm disappointed," Luca added before standing up.

After all, shedding blood of one's own people wasn't uncommon among Mafias. Luca stood in front of his grandpa high and mighty before asserting his words calmly, " I can tolerate your every shit..Even to please your gut,I agreed to get married. Still, if you dare to poke your nose in my personal business, I will send you to an abandoned island for resting for forever! Mark my words!" Without wasting a moment, Luca departed with his army quickly, and felt a lot better after killing those monsters who sent her to hospital. __________

LUCA I've never felt so good in my life, the fulfillment I felt after having sex with Laura my maid can't be compared to anything else in the world and I couldn't wrap my head around why I felt that way. It was only a game and I have to get my money from my friends for winning. It's not like the money was my problem, I just wanted them to know I always have things under control and women won't hurt me ever again. They'll surely ask for evidence and that they will get.

Luca emerged from the side room, dressed casually with his well-groomed hair suggesting he was heading out for a date. ‘He must be dressing up to meet Cassandra,’ she thought. ‘But didn’t he already have a child with Beatriz?’ A term she had come across online last night popped into her head: ‘scumbag supreme.’ This seemed to fit him perfectly. “Good morning, Miss Saxon.” Luca greeted her politely, taking a seat across from her and gracefully enjoying his breakfast. She merely smiled politely, returning her focus to the collaboration materials, treating him like a mere tablemate—distant and courteous.