Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Berkshire Harry Potter

"They're not hiding in the shadows anymore, boss. They're actively provoking you." Lorenzo stood up, pulling down his cuffs. "Then they will deeply regret the day they chose to play this game." Upstairs, Lorrie was carefully arranging the historic, leather-bound books Lorenzo had bought at the auction. She still couldn't entirely comprehend that he had dropped a million dollars on them. He insisted it was merely a smart asset acquisition, not a gesture meant for her. At least, that was what his pride demanded he say. She pulled one beautifully preserved, forest-green novel from its gilded sleeve. As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to

“It’s gorgeous.” Lorenzo’s grin turned positively demonic. “That one’s made from the melted armor of a traitor I killed in 1789. Took me three days to peel him out of it. His screams were almost musical—” I went rigid. “What?!” He burst out laughing, dropping me gently back to my feet and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I’m joking, baby. Gods, your face.” He kissed the top of my head, still chuckling. “It’s just painted marble. Relax.”

Lord Lucas accepts the hug thrown at him by the new presence—authoritative and powerful aura. "Nice to meet you too, Lorenzo. Old friend." Oh, my...that's Lord Lorenzo! The more time I spend outside the academy, the more I regret I didn't pay attention to the handbooks. Viatores are known to be gorgeous but the Lords entail more handsomeness. Lord Lorenzo is blessed with dark copper hair and circle beard that matches his stern amber eyes, radiating sandy undertone and long features. "Your Emit seems not to adhere to lessons? Shall I—" Shit. I stared for too long.

I passed it to him, and he received it with the tip of his finger. "Where did you find it? Are you sure it doesn't belong to him?" He asked, referring to the corpse opposite us. I shook my head in disagreement. I'd ensured that every accessory and weapon he came with were stripped off him so it couldn't belong to him. Besides, I tortured him myself and I was good at noticing details. 🌺 Lorenzo, Aurora's uncle, stood beside the pool with his short-sleeved beach shirt unbuttoned and a pair of black shorts while making a call. His chest was bare and then I remembered where I'd seen the necklace.

Even with the slacks, it had a casual sort of look to it that made it easy to believe he was here just visiting a friend. “Sure do. His family and mine go way back.” Lorenzo shrugged. I couldn’t help but wonder if the source of that connection came from Olive’s mother. No matter how charming Lorenzo’s smile was, if he knew Hael that well, then it was likely he was into some dark shit. He tapped his finger along the top of the bar, scanning the wall of liquor with his eyes. “Give me a shot of top shelf bourbon. No specific brand, just something expensive.” I must’ve wrinkled my nose, because Lorenzo flashed his teeth and let out a string of warm laughter.

His hair was a silver-swept crown, his suits cost more than her mother’s house, and his eyes—dark and weary—carried the weight of a thousand secrets. That first night, there was no fumbling with buttons or cold exchanges. Lorenzo had sat her down in a library that smelled of old parchment and bourbon. He had looked at her simple sundress and her shaking hands, and he had sighed. "You look like the girl I was supposed to marry before the world turned red," he had whispered.

No-one makes it alive if once entered, hearing that my heart ached. I believe in Her Majesty's swordsman skills, also Lord Loren is a great talent. Commander Xavier is also with them, I believe they will surely make it back alive. Without bothering much, I used to take care of the academics of Prince Lorenzo, who was growing like crazy. His growth was not like other kids of his age, and I noticed Sir Goel has great affection for prince Lorenzo. I mean it's not a bad thing, but it feels like Sir Goel is in some way related to the prince. Then again I was reminded that Sir Goel is unmarried and doesn't even fancy girls. Sir Ryuk told me that Sir Goel is a cold hearted man.

Yet. “Don’t be ludicrous!” Lorenzo chuckles, not a single crease of worry etching across his forehead. “You think I’m that stupid to let Aurora do my bidding? Fucking not!” he scoffs. “Who the fuck can count on that bitch after everything she has done? I can’t. Can you?” he shakes his head as if to make his point. “She is merely a puppet in this big-ass hunger game. God, I can’t wait for everything to play out. It’s going to be a show. A grand one at that.”

he added. “Lies.” “Why don’t you look behind you, Miss Halton?” Lorenzo raised his head and pointed behind her. With a raised eyebrow, Hazel turned towards the direction he pointed and saw another Lorenzo staring back at her calmly, his arms crossed over his chest with a proud smirk on his face. “Well, I didn’t know ignoring you would affect you so much, princess,” the second Lorenzo said in his deep baritone voice, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine and blood to her nether area.

That would be cruel. I glanced at Lorenzo, who was now busy with his laptop. He was wearing rimless glasses, his brows slightly furrowed as his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. He’s already undeniably good-looking, but when he’s focused like this, he somehow looks even hotter. Still, Byeon Woo-seok is definitely more handsome in my eyes right now. My irritation flared again as I remembered how he reported Byeon Woo-seok’s video. Seriously, what was that about?! The video wasn’t even doing anything to him! His mood swings are worse than mine—and I’m the pregnant one!