Novel Luca Novels & Stories

Luca POV We arrived in Europe an hour ago. Aria told us to meet her at the cafe down the street from the hotel we are staying at. I’ve got to admit that not having Alice around has become too normal for my liking. Her scent had disappeared from the pack house. Even from my memories. I stretch out on the bed. Alice would be gripping at me right now for still being in bed at 11am. But doing things doesn’t seem important anymore. All I want is to hold her and be next to her. I can’t meet them smelling like death. wobbling out of bed I make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and shave my face. I wonder if she’s eaten anything a month and three weeks you’ve been gone. You and my wolf b

Could he have had her bewitched? Luca was seated with his head buried in a big white file above his laptop screen. Strands of his hair had left the crew, falling down towards his face. He had taken off his jacket and rolled it up to the sleeves. He had turned the lights low, very low, yet he could see the words in the paper in his hands without squinting in the slightest or using glasses. He fixated his eyes on the paper like it was a detailed explanation on world domination, yet, he was barely reading the continuos lines of sentences. Not when his mind was so focused on a certain brown eyed girl. He could barely even comprehend whatever it was he looking at in this book.

"I’ve led this Syndicate for many years, and I have played a crucial role in turning it, into the global power it is today. To be challenged by those two, children I practically raised alongside Lucan, is insulting but ultimately insignificant." Nina paused again, her gaze steady, her loyalty perhaps warring with her assessment of risk. "Sir," she began, her tone carefully neutral, "Klaus and Jagua knew Lucan intimately since childhood. Their bond runs deep. If they made contact... attempted to warn him, to plant doubts about Remus's death….. then perhaps, he might…. "

But no, my brain had decided to hyperfixate on the way his arms had felt around me, the heat of his body, the way his scent had wrapped around me like a drug I was starting to crave. God, I was doomed. I flopped back onto the bed, pressing my hands over my face. Because the worst part? He had run. Like I was something dangerous. Which was absurd. I’m not dangerous. He is. Luca is a lethal, terrifying mafia Alpha who could make grown men wet themselves with a single glare. And yet, I had seen something flicker in his eyes before he left—something vulnerable. Something raw. Something he didn’t want to feel.My stomach twisted. Because I felt it too.

“Alright, alright. For real now. Sit back, bro.” He was still smiling. Reluctantly, I dropped back onto the seat, fingers brushing the corner of my book just as Luca caught a glimpse of its cover. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, squinting at it. “You’re still reading a novel? After what happened five days ago?” I blinked, confused. “Since when do you have a problem with that? He flashed that lopsided dimple. “I don’t. I’m just jealous.”

I'd do the heist, perfectly well I must add and I wanted something in return. Luca turned and his cold dark gaze met mine as he slowly advanced and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was intimidated. It wasn't just because of his power, it was because Luca wasn't like anyone I'd met since I was sold. He was calm, and collected and showed less emotion than a block of ice. His whole aura and presence were predatory. It made you cautious of your actions because he was unpredictable.

Luca said, stroking his chin while waving at me. I didn't looked back I just went directly to my room, started rolling on my bed thinking about what happened.And how I watched it happen, I had to be more careful,but Luca wasn't helping matters,to him he tried playing dirty with his intern but to me I just committed something forbidden. Even after this rhapsody of romance, my goal still remained,revenge, but now It was going to be a new target through a different route, I would use Luca to get to his father.

“Neither will I, dolcezza. You’re my family now. I’ll burn everything to the ground before I let anyone harm you.” His words should have comforted me, but instead, I felt the heaviness of what was coming. Caroline Navarro was not the kind of woman who backed away easily. That Night The villa was quiet, but sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cassandra’s pale face, the mystery of her death haunting me. Was Caroline right? Was there something in Luca’s past that I still didn’t know? I turned to my side, my hand finding Luca’s chest. He stirred, his arm automatically wrapping around me. Even in his sleep, he held me close, as though he was afraid I’d slip away.

Lyra's POV The next day started in the most awkward way possible. Luca moved around slowly,bHe had barely spoken since morning. His laptop was open in front of him, but he wasn't looking at it. “You're thinking about something.” i blurted as I approached his table. He looked up with a smirk, “So are you.” I smiled faintly.“We're both terrible at pretending.” He closed the laptop.“I've been looking into Victor.” “What did you find?”

But since I still hadn't shown up, he was starting to panic. … For the next few days, Luca drifted through life in a daze, constantly distracted. In the middle of the night, Luca lay awake. He got up and walked into Lorenzo's room, the room that had once belonged to Niccolo. He sat on a small wooden rocking horse that he had crafted with his own hands for Niccolo. When he leaned over to touch it, he noticed a blue notebook in the nearby trash can. Opening it, he realized that it was Niccolo's diary. Inside, Niccolo had recorded his daily life in childish handwriting.