Lorenzo Berkshire Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The Lord of Sinclair's underworld! "It seems it does ring a bell." Lorenzo grinned and gulped the entire glass of whiskey. Oh sh*t! I was in the devil's den!

I started walking by his side. “You are too pretty to be an omega. Did you know that?” Yes. Sure. Definitely. The beauty queen of omegas. “No.” I said politely. “Well, now you know.” Lorezo bent his head to stare at me and winked. He was pretty. His white t shirt clung to his chest showing his great physique and his blonde hair fell on his forehead giving him the charm of bad boy next door. If Adrian had not occupied each one of my brain cells already, I would have been flattered to be flirty by such a good looking guy. But now when I looked at Lorenzo, even when he flirted so openly I felt nothing but the need to just get away as fast as possible before he escalates his flirty skills while

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I head toward the door only to freeze as the brass knob turns with a soft click. I take a panicked step back as the door swings open. Lorenzo steps inside, looking effortlessly striking in a fitted black shirt with the top buttons left loose — offering a fleeting glimpse of the dark ink creeping up his chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, paired with tailored black trousers and pristine Leather shoes. I had no idea he was already back. He shuts the door softly behind him, his dark hooded gaze locking onto me as he slowly rakes his eyes down my body.

He had a glass of wine in one hand and a look of amused melancholy on his face. ​Lorenzo, I gasped, the name coming to me from one of Damian’s old university photos. Lorenzo Conti. ​The very same, he said, taking a sip of wine and stepping into the library. And you must be the woman who broke the Ice King. Aara, right? The printer who turned water into a weapon. ​

THIRD PERSON. It was one of Rothschild warehouses, the same one where he had brought Lyra after the ceremony. He had never come here after that night but today he was here. Lorenzo was sitting on an armchair, his right leg crossed over his left. The first two buttons of his shirt were open and his tie was loosely hanging on his neck. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes shot a Razer beam. He was not in a state to be messed up with.

And the worst part was, Lorenzo had seen and heard it all without a single response. Ashley and Alison watched me in silence as I processed the horror of my actions. Finally, Ashley broke the tension. “So, who’s Lorenzo?” she asked carefully. I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. I didn’t want to tell them…didn’t want to explain the complicated and confusing mess that was Lorenzo. How could I explain everything when I didn’t even fully understand it myself? Ashley raised an eyebrow, clearly putting the pieces together. “Wait… Lorenzo. Is that the guy? The one you met at the Royal Lake pack before school started? The one you went on a date with?”

he gestured dismissively at the silver lace I was wearing, "—it’s clearly stolen or a very high-end counterfeit. I was just about to have her escorted out by the police." I felt the familiar sting of Sterling’s cruelty, but this time, it was eclipsed by a strange sense of anticipation. I looked at Lorenzo. Lorenzo’s expression didn't change, but his eyes darkened until they were almost black. He turned his gaze to me, slowly scanning the silver-grey lace, his eyes lingering on the way the fabric hugged my frame. Then, he looked back at Sterling. "You think her presence 'lowers the caliber' of this room?" Lorenzo asked, his voice deceptively smooth.

Eric taunted with a smirk before threatening “Don’t even think about it in this lifetime. Or you will have to live the rest of your life as an eunuch along with the love of your life.” “What is wrong with you?” Lorenzo turned towards Eric frustration and blurted out “I have already met the love of my life and have two kids to prove it.” “Why don’t you cut through the suspense so that he won’t make you go insane before you have the chance to unravel the mystery?” Mark asked in a helpless tone. “I met the Night Lord.” Lorenzo explained “He even bought me back home.” “Why would he do that?” Eric couldn’t help himself “Did you annoy him to the extent that he had no other choice?”

"Boss, this is the list of men with the same name as Spike Horrel but we've got a problem. How can we identify him among those biographies and photos? We don't even have the slightest inkling of his features. I'm in a bit of a bind." Lorenzo inspected it all over. He studied each photo with intensity with his head cocked to the side. "You've done well. I'll take care of the rest. You can go now. Keep your guard up. Anything can happen at any time." He said but it was more like a foretold warning. Arrow bowed and dismissed himself. As soon as he was out, Lorenzo stood up, took the script and left the room. He climbed the stairs and stopped at Sophie's door. He took a deep breath before knocki

Giselle added as she slightly pinched the chin of Xander before she sat up properly. Xander looked at the aisle again and she saw the simple glimpse of his auntie Davina to Lorenzo and Chantal. A cold smile showed Lorenzo's lips as he gripped his hand. He can't believe that his cousin has already made a move. He can't really leave him for a second; he really needs to watch his every step. The next one who will give a gift to the Headmaster is Lorenzo and his wife. They give a coupling made of Pink diamond with the mix of red diamond. The side of the couplings was covered with pure gold. It really looks expensive.