Lorenzo Berkshire Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

And the most piercing green eyes Lo had ever seen. Goddess. Who was this creature?? She was mesmerizing. And that’s who he had been scenting. Lo stared at her until Jarvis elbowed him. Her gorgeous green eyes were staring right back though. He immediately thought of Emily and her piercing blue eyes. But Emily wasn’t here… he thought. “This is Collins, our daughter.” A very pregnant Mrs. Hemming said. Lorenzo thought about what had happened to her and anger bubbled up through his body. His fists clamped shut.

she demanded, taking steps backward. "Sorry for the insolence, I can be a bit uncouth sometimes. My name is Lorenzo, a close friend of Paolo" he removed his hat, revealing his black wavy hair that looked like it just got immersed in water. His direct eye contact and warm smile seemed to lessen the tension on her face. Her eyes rolled to the suitcases they were holding in distrust. Lorenzo seemed to notice what her expression meant. "I brought a gift for Paolo..." He moved towards a table he had set his eyes on, placed the brief case and opened it. "... See, papers, legal papers,"

The amusement vanished from his eyes, replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. ‎ ‎ He reached into his mouth, pulled out the half-chewed meat, and dropped it onto his plate with a wet smack. He wiped his lips slowly with a linen napkin. ‎ ‎ ‎"What is a Lorenzo doing in Calvary?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. ‎ ‎"He claims he is here to pay off Gussau’s debts," Rosette answered. ‎ ‎ ‎The man’s eyes shifted to me. He had thick streaks of silver and white hair flowing down to his shoulders, but his eyes held the deep, heavy rot of a man who had survived six decades of rigidity.

He knew he had to do something about it before it seemed too late. He had always been a man of his word. He was loyal to his pack and his friends, but there was something about her that he couldn't resist. She had a beauty that was unmatched. Her long, flowing hair was the color of honey, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. During the night…. They were all gathered at the pack house, Lorenzo couldn't resist the urge to talk to her. "Hey, I'm Lorenzo. I don't think we've properly met yet," he said, extending his hand.

Everyone knew that it was of Lorenzo and they all thought he will rip my head for wearing his hoodie. "isnt that of Lorenzo?" Alex asked smirking "of course it is mine" Lorenzo said and all the attention turned towards him and everyone was shocked Why isn't he screaming? Lorenzo is a person who is a hygiene freak. He never wears anyone's clothes and don't let his clothes to anyone and even only at emergency times. We are allowed in his room. He is really a big hygiene freak. I quickly made my way towards the seat which is on right side of enzo and I whispered to him "You are not getting it back enzo" and he gave me a slight smile.

But Lorenzo wasn't willing to tell them where the secret was. Lorenzo also revealed that Cassie was a Hellsing. This news made everyone worried, except for Leonardo. Leonardo didn't care that Cassie was a Hellsing. He loved her no matter what,. it didn't matter who or what she was. She could be the daughter of the devil for all he cared, his feelings would never change.

"You know, Neil Morreti, I wanted to give you an easy death without having to lay my hands on you or your filthy wolf, but you leave me with no other option." Filthy! All the fur along Heira's spine stood on its end as Heira growled at Lorenzo. His snout released a thick wave mixed with saliva at Lorenzo. The wave almost pushed Lorenzo backward, but he gripped his seat confidently. I noticed something; the attack was not as powerful as the rest... his energy was slowly draining. "That was - intense..." Heira was not there to listen to Lorenzo's madness. He darted forward on all fours across the broken woods in the room. Lorenzo smirked and gave his men a sign.

“But he pulled you away from the meeting, right? He took the best opportunity the King was going to give you...” “Exactly. He got the advantage on the deal,” Lorenzo said, dragging a hand through his straight hair, and then a low, mocking laugh rumbled in his throat. I saw the flash of those huge wolf canines that could tear anyone’s throat out. “If this is true, you have no idea what kind of card I’m holding right now,” he said, his voice laced with macabre plans to come.

He stood near the makeshift altar, his right hand, Alexei, standing a pace behind him. Lorenzo Moretti walked up to them, his gait confident, a smug, sinister smile plastered on his face. He looked at Victor with the eyes of a man who had successfully sold a cursed object for a king’s ransom. "Victor," Lorenzo greeted, his voice echoing in the vast space. "A historic day. My daughter... well, you should have seen her these last two days. She could barely contain herself. She’s so happy to be joining your household, she’s practically glowing."

Andrew steps in, hijacking the conversation and giving me a moment to breathe. I turn away as he continues talking with Lorenzo, stepping quietly out the door. I inhale sharply as the door closes softly behind me, gulping in air with my hand to my chest. What was that? Lorenzo Black isn’t Lucien Moretti. I would’ve recognized those green eyes from a mile away. The thin white scar on his face looks old too and his hair…too brown to be the black my fingers ran through that night in Barcelona. Then it hits me.