Lorenzo Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

he greeted respectfully, but I could feel his green eyes flick over me. Lorenzo introduced us, and I understood he was his right-hand man for everything they handled in the capital. “Angelo, is everything ready?” Lorenzo asked. The man nodded, talking about the penthouse and the rooms. Lorenzo pressed a hand to my lower back and brought us closer to the counter. Then my wolf snapped up, tense, and my nose caught the scent of male pheromones I knew way too well. My whole body tightened on instinct, and Lorenzo felt it.

Lorenza smiled sweetly and said, “It’s my job now. Of course I should do it well.” Then she returned to her desk. However, her eyes kept drifting back to Leonardo. He had always been exceptionally attractive, easily on par with Damiano. Lorenza had dated Leonardo when they were young, and the other women had envied her for it. She had always worn that envy like a badge of honor. “Lorenza?” Leonardo had to call her twice before she snapped out of it. She replied, “Sorry. What is it?” “The pages are all out of order, and some are missing entirely,” he said, frowning.

She didn't even wait for my approval, but immediately disappeared back into the living room, where I heard her rummaging around in the cupboards a moment later. "Eve is right," Domenico agreed. He took my hand and pulled me into the living room behind him. There I was placed on the couch and could watch Evangeline fetch the phone book from the cupboard and then spread out on the couch next to me, armed with Domenico's phone.

Outside the small window, the thick woods stretched endlessly, a maze of greenery that seemed to mock any thought of escape. I had spent hours pacing the room, cursing under my breath, replaying every wrong turn that had brought me here. The sound of heavy boots against the wooden floor outside the door pulled me from my thoughts. The door swung open, and there he was—Lorenzo, towering and dangerous, his eyes dark and filled with calculated fury. He didn’t say a word at first, just stood there, holding his phone in one hand and a cold smirk on his face. “I have good news for you,” he said finally, his tone laced with mockery. “We’re about to see just how much you mean to Alonso.”

“ I have other important things to attend to rather than babysitting you.” He walked out afterwards, leaving me at the door to Alpha Lorenzo's office. I inhaled and exhaled loudly, trying to control the loud drumming of my heart. I might not have seen Alpha Lorenzo before, but from the stories I heard; he has a scar on his face and he looks exactly like a wild beast. “ Get your acts together, Loretta. It's now or never!” I encouraged myself, before pushing the door open. Entering the office, it was dark and I couldn't see anything.

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

Lighter, more fluid, and infinitely more volatile. Lorenzo Bianchi slipped inside as if he owned the space, closing the door behind him with a quiet push. He was, once again, a vision of carefully constructed chaos—a deep emerald green suit this time, his hair artfully disheveled, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his calculating eyes. "Little bird," Lorenzo cooed, his voice a silken purr. "All alone in your gilded cage? My brother must be neglecting you."

I could sense it in the way his jaw clenched and his breathing shifted, deeper and more controlled, as if he fought to keep his reaction hidden. Lorenzo rose slowly from the cushions, his tall frame unfolding with deliberate grace. He crossed the small space between us and stood directly in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. The scent of him — clean soap mixed with a faint trace of whiskey and something darker, more masculine — wrapped around me and made my stomach flutter. "How did you know about Mrs. Maria?" he asked, his voice low and rough, laced with careful curiosity. "Did you remember her?"

He palmed her full breasts roughly, pinching her nipples until she gasped. “You signed it, little wife. Now you will honor it.” He pushed her onto the massive bed and stripped off his pants. His cock was enormous — thick, long, and already rock hard. Elena stared at it in fear and unwanted arousal. Lorenzo climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. He ripped her panties aside and rubbed the fat head of his cock along her slit. “You’re already wet,” he noted with dark satisfaction. “Your body knows its purpose.”

Somehow… He had always known this day would come. Matteo stepped beside him. “What are you thinking?” Alessio didn’t look away from the book. “I’m thinking…” He whispered. “…my brother spent his childhood preparing me to fight him.” ⸻ Mira slowly walked around the throne. “There must be another page.” Lorenzo carefully examined the binding. “This book is impossible.” “What do you mean?” “It isn’t paper.” Everyone looked at him. He touched one of the pages.