The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

Do you think you can be there? —I promise you that I will be there, I am not going to let you down, I will also be the godmother, I will help you make your day more than perfect. Has Saúl already chosen the godfather? —Yes, yes best friend, he is an incredible man, I hope you can get along when you meet. — Luciana twisted her lips when she heard the tone of her friend, she was always matching her with someone. —We'll see, I'll leave you now, since today there will be new investors in the company. So I have to be on time for the meeting.

Leah asked us. “I will like chicken fried steak,” Olivia said looking down at the iPad in front of her. “Chicken salad will do” I replied not checking my iPad. “I think I will go with Olivia and I know the best wine,” Leah said excitedly. She clicked on the pad a few times. "Done," Leah said loudly. We started talking about random things. Olivia kept laughing, hitting my shoulders a few times, I think she has forgiven me and She is now more comfortable with me.

A small, humble hope lit his eyes. I asked Ivy to bring him a bowl of hot soup. "Drink it and leave," I said. Luca took the bowl. His lips moved, and at last he forced out one word. "Okay." He drank too fast, as if afraid I would change my mind and take it away. When the bowl was empty, he handed it back and whispered, "Aria, can I-" "No." I took the bowl and went back into the house. Later, Luca rented an old warehouse across the lake and turned it into a place to live. Every morning, he watched from a distance while I watered the plants or carried Mia into the sun. Sometimes he left chopped firewood, repaired pipe fittings, or a baby rattle outside the fence.

“We should go.” “You alright ?” Elisha tapped Luca's shoulders. “You just kind of zoned out. I've been talking to you since.” Luca's steps froze as he stared into the corner of the restaurant, his fists clenched. Elisha's eyes followed Luca's and saw them—two wolves and a she-wolf seated—grinning at him menacingly as they chewed into their food slowly. Luca glared at them, his body on edge “They're not worth it,” Elisha spat. “Let's go,” he put his arm around Luca's shoulder, dragging him along with him out of the restaurant.

he asked still his question laced with doubt. ‎ ‎I swallowed, this was a tricky one ‎ ‎Lucas was here now, so was it an act? ‎ ‎I gasped lightly. ‎ ‎"Carl, I think the lady needs you to leave man." Lucas broke the silence saying , ‎ ‎"oh, he speaks." Carl exclaimed. ‎ ‎"well in that case, id like to invite you both over for Dinner tonight." ‎ ‎"I'd like to get to know better, the man whom my fiancee was cheating on me with." He said, stretching a grin so long his face nearly broke.

“She ran a bakery in Naples. Taught me everything—about food, discipline, loyalty. I owe her everything.” The air shifted again. Amara felt the walls around her soften. He wasn’t just a billionaire chef. He was someone who got it. Who knew the sleepless nights, the worry, the quiet strength it took to show up every day and hold everything together. Before she could respond, one of the kitchen staff rushed over. “Chef, the vendors just delivered frozen sea bass instead of fresh.” Luca sighed. “Excuse me.” He walked off, already barking orders in fluent Italian, the commanding force of him reemerging like a tidal wave.

He had been a man possessed, a man who didn't care about mergers or French dinners. Luca’s gaze shifted from Sophie to me. For a heartbeat, the mask slipped. I saw the jagged edges of his panic, the raw, frantic calculation of a man caught between two worlds. He looked at my pale face, my trembling hands, and then he looked back at his fiancée. "The soufflé was perfect, Sophie," Luca said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "A bit overdone on the edges, maybe, but the chocolate was... exceptional."

Mom said, but she didn’t sound convinced either. “I’m not being dramatic. I’m being realistic. There are psycho bears out there.” Luca’s thumb stopped moving on his screen. Just for a second. Then he went back to scrolling like nothing happened. But I caught it. That tiny pause. “It was just one bear,” I said. “One bear that that almost mauled my daughter.” Dad snapped. “Bears don’t usually get that close to campsites. If Luca hadn’t been there—” “But he was.” I looked at Luca’s reflection in his window. He was staring back at me now. “He scared it off.”

“You’re in charge of dinner, I see?” She grinned, jerking a thumb at Luca. “He says I’m the kitchen boss. I’m thinking of implementing a strict ‘no boring vegetables’ policy.” Luca chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel. His smile was open, guileless. “She’s a benevolent dictator, sir. I’m just the sous-chef.” I gave him a measured nod. “Good to see you, Luca.” “You too, sir,” he replied, his tone holding the same steady respect it always had.

‘Your first job is to make a sandwich for my hungry little Zaya upstairs’ Luca turned to the Head Chef, ‘I gave you an order, my Capos will be here in ten minutes, get your stuff and leave’ He turned on his heel and went back up to Lissa, followed a few minutes later by the new Head Chef with a beautiful club sandwich cut into four with a side of Doritos. She was sat up in the bed pouting at Luca telling him that she was perfectly fine and as he approached and put the tray on the table next to the bed she said, ‘Stop fussing I’m fine’ Then she smiled at the new Head Chef, ‘Hello, which Chef are you?’ She asked him and he took her hand and bowed smartly,