Novel Luca Novels & Stories

Luca’s POV The flames from the burning terminal licked the night sky behind us, casting flickering orange across the Bonny River as Eze’s boat cut through the delta’s murky channels. Salt air stung my eyes, mixing with tears I hadn’t shed yet. Mikhail’s body throat slit by Rocco’s blade sank into the abyss we’d left behind. The swarm 2.0 was gone, nodes fried, legacy purged in fire. But as the adrenaline ebbed, a hollow ache settled in my chest. Who was I now? Luca Marino, the accountant who’d laundered for monsters without knowing? Or Luca Volkov, the heir who’d danced with plagues and bloodlines? The curse had defined me trapped me in auctions, viruses, betrayals. Without it, I felt unmoor

Luca sighed quietly and pushed one of the books aside. Then he noticed something. A thick, old book was lying slightly out of place behind the others. He frowned. He remembered pulling books from this shelf yesterday, and he realized that he must have disturbed it without noticing. Luca reached for it and pulled it free. Dust covered the dark cover, but the faded words were still visible. He stopped. THE MOONBLOOD. His fingers tightened around the book. The name immediately brought back memories of Elias, the ancient sanctuary, and the first time he had learned that his blood was different.

My halibut practically melted beneath my fork, perfectly cooked and covered in a delicate lemon butter sauce that made me question every life decision that had previously kept me from ordering fish. Luca watched me take the first bite. Then smiled. "Worth destroying Hannah?" I closed my eyes dramatically. "Worth starting wars." He laughed. And once again, I found myself staring. Because this version of Luca still surprised me. The billionaire. The blackmailer. The visionary building an impossible city. The man who laughed with his whole chest and looked genuinely happy simply watching me enjoy dinner. I didn't understand how all those pieces fit together. Perhaps they didn't. Perhaps nobody

Luca leans against the wall. “You need anything else?” Nico asks. “No. I got new clothes, a new phone, and four roses.” “Five,” Luca says, quiet. I look at him. He’s holding a white rose behind his back. He walks over and tucks it into the book on my nightstand. “For the novel,” he says. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Night, Aria,” Marco says. “Night,” I say. One by one they leave. Luca is last.

"Luca has always loved to sit there at night when he can't sleep, since he was a little boy. He used to take his shoes off and put his feet on the stove rail. Have you ever seen him do it?" "No." "Such a shame." She tilted her head. "Poor Luca. He told someone, I believe, that he would listen to this woman for a minute, and no longer, before his father came through the door." My feet went cold inside my shoes, though the room was warm. "A minute isn't long, is it?" Lucinda said gently. "Not when a Don is standing in the hall."

“Privately.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, please. Don’t let me interrupt your mysterious mafia business. I’m only your trophy wife.” Luca turned toward me. “Stay here.” I smiled. “Was that a request?” “Consider it a suggestion.” He leaned closer “Behave, little dove.” “Make me.” For a moment, something dark flashed in his eyes and then he smiled. “Careful what you wish for.”then he walked away. I watched him disappear with Matteo before grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

Luca reassured: "It's just a kiss, if you don't like it, just pretend I didn't say anything. Sorry for my rudeness. I was too insatiable." Olwen mustered up her courage to look up at Luca and meet his friendly smile. From this close distance, Olwen felt that Luca's smile was so beautiful, so warm. It was like the bright morning sun, warming Olwen's heart. Suddenly Olwen found herself lost in another very beautiful and colorful world. That world is completely different from the bitter, harsh reality that Olwen is experiencing. If possible, Olwen wants to stay forever in the shimmering, beautiful world that Luca has created for her. Is this an alcohol-induced hallucination, all Olwen's imagina

LUCA “NINA!” The sudden, unexpected, thunderous voice I unintentionally released makes both Nina and the asshole jump in surprise. "L-Luca?" Her voice gives a high-pitch squeak while her eyes widen in vivid surprise. The guy stares at me then at her before he speaks, "You know, Luca de Milano? The Luca de Milano?!" His eyes and his smile widened, processing the thought. "I am a huge fan!" Oh boy, a sense of deja vu looming in my mind.

Thank God for melanin, I'm sure my face would've been as red as a strawberry. "Well then, give it to me, since it's nothing but an innocent.....encyclopedia" He murmured lowly squatting down to my level on the couch. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice him sneak his hands behind me to snatch the book from my deadly grip. Chuckling at my weak attempt to grab it back, Luca glances at the book in his hands then glances up at me, with lust clearly written all over his face. "You don't look like you fuck with this type of shit" He chuckles.

When they were settled, I went into our room for the birthday boy. Luca had his laptop on his knees, the bedsheets around his waist, his flat stomach peeking out. I grinned. “Hey, birthday boy…” Luca lifted his eyes from the laptop the moment he heard my voice, and the first thing I noticed was the way the emotions shifted across his face. Suspicion first, then something close to amusement. He closed the laptop slowly, setting it on the nightstand. "No," he said flatly, his voice dryer than dust. "Whatever you're planning, Sunshine, the answer is no."