Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Berkshire Harry Potter

Lorenzo stood there, liquid dripping from his chin, his dark eyes closed for a second. "You Dirty Alpha!" I shouted, not caring who was watching. "You think I don't recognize you? I didn't see your face clearly that night, but your Ugly Scent is the same!" I pointed a finger at his chest. "I knew you are the one... the Stinky Doctor!" Lorenzo opened his eyes. They were pitch black. He wiped the alcohol from his face slowly, looking like a demon waking up. "What?" Lorenzo asked, his voice dangerously low. "Stinky?"

If the spotlight isn’t on her, she finds a way to steal it. I inhale slowly, pushing the bitterness down. It doesn’t matter. I still won. That’s the only thing that matters. We’re just about to step out of the venue when I notice someone lingering near the entrance. Lorenzo. He’s leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, the ember burning a soft orange glow in the dim lighting. He looks… different tonight. His suit is perfectly tailored as usual, but there’s an edge to him, something sharper than usual. His jaw is tense, and his fingers flick his lighter open and shut in a rhythmic motion—click, click, click—like he’s trying to keep his hands busy, keep his

I knocked twice on the door, and a low, gravelly voice from the other side growled, "Enter." The hefty man opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with a plush, velvet couch and a large, wooden desk. Lorenzo, a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, sat behind the desk with a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looked up at me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Harry," Lorenzo said, his voice low and smooth. "Welcome. I've been expecting you." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he leaned back in his chair. "So, you want George dead, and in return, you'll get control of Novartis Company Ltd," he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of skept

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

‌H‍e reached up and u‍nclipped his he‌lmet⁠. He pulled it off. Dark hair, messy from the hel​met. Eyes that gl​owed wit​h‌ a terrifying, homicida​l rag‍e. Lorenzo. I gasp‌e‌d.​ "Lorenz⁠o?"​ He didn't lo‌ok at me. His eyes‌ we‌re locked on the g​uar‍ds. "You⁠ have three seconds to wal‌k‌ a​way⁠," Lorenz⁠o sa​id. H‍is voice was lo⁠w‌, calm, an⁠d absolutely ter‍rifying.

"Ruby, you've got it wrong. He's just a patient." "A patient?" Ruby looked relieved. "Oh, he's here for your grandmother then!" Chloe didn't bother correcting her. "Something like that." Lorenzo ignored the local chatter. His gaze lingered on a rusted stand near the door that read: HERBAL TONIC - $30. He stared at it for five long seconds. He let out a silent, inward sneer. In Dark Star, that amount wouldn't buy the scrapings of a low-grade cigar leaf.

Lorenzo grumbled, staring into the crowd. “You jealous?” Kingsley teased with a lifted brow. Lorenzo’s silence sparked a smirk. “You are jealous.” “Can you fault me?” Lorenzo groused, pulling a chuckle from Kingsley. “Something in my hair; he was helping,” Kingsley explained. “Just my PA, no worries.” “He’s young. Good-looking,” Lorenzo observed. “Should I worry now?” Kingsley quipped, tone light. Lorenzo swung back, shooting a ‘seriously?’ look.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: HIS FAVORITE The silk shirt was ruined now…twisted and wrinkled, pushed up past Louis's hips. Lorenzo's hands were everywhere, greedy and slow, mapping every inch of skin like he was memorizing a landscape. "Bite it," Lorenzo murmured against his ear, voice low and commanding. Louis blinked, dazed. "What?" "The shirt. Bite the hem. Hold it up." Louis hesitated, cheeks burning, but the dark heat in Lorenzo’s eyes left no room for argument. He lifted the silk to his mouth and bit down hard on the hem.

“I love him. You just have to suck it up and deal with it or you don’t get anymore Tuna melts.” Lorenzo growled as he looked back at the road. I smirked, knowing I’d won. “What…the hell is going on?” I looked back at Marek who looked utterly lost. Keenan started off giggling but then turned into a full blown cackle. “They have been like this the whole fucking time. I can’t even. I nearly gave away our position.” “Ria?” Marek sounded so meek and I patted my brother’s shoulder. “This is my brother, Lorenzo Bernardi, also know as Wizard.”

14 LORENZO “I allowed her to see the finer things in life."