Lorenzo Book Novels & Stories

I searched for what to wear before deciding to settle for a free gown, for I wanted something comfortable. When I came back into the room, Lorenzo was already dressed. Nothing big, just a black pant trouser with a black top. He looked so handsome in those two wears, his eyes sparkling bright into mine. I smiled at him. We headed out while holding hands. Some of his members stared at our interlocked hands, but Lorenzo cared less about it. If there is anything Lorenzo does that makes me feel special, it is him showing me off at all situations without caring about what the world will say.

Those mesmerising yet dark eyes that looked her way he wanted to skin her alive. Lorenzo’s domineering persona had clung to the room making Aeval shift uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s been a while since we all gathered here. How are you doing, honey? Is the house to your taste?” Chiara asked clasping her hands together and looking at Aeval with a sweet smile. Aeval nodded rubbing her hands on her knees. “It’s…good.” Her gaze shifted at the movement beside her. The black ink staining the back of Lorenzo’s left hand caught her attention. Pair of wings. It extended up beneath the cuff of his expensive suit as he sipped on his wine.

Reno was leaning over her, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What?” “What are you plotting in that little head of yours?” Loraine chuckled. “Aren’t we paranoid. What makes you think I’m plotting something?” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “That smile you had a few seconds ago. It was your plotting smile. You are up to something, Crazy Lori, and I’m wondering if I should be worried.”

This time, he came alone. Bianca met him in the library, a room lined with dark wood and dust, where the scent of old books masked the sharper tension in the air. “Twice in one week?” she said, setting aside a folder. “I’m starting to think you miss me.” Lorenzo smiled faintly, walking to the window. “I came to give you something. Advice.” “How generous.” “Call it self-preservation.” He turned to face her, eyes sharper than before. “You think you can play me, Bianca. Pretend to consider my offer while your people trail mine. You’re not subtle.”

Please, just go. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't argue. She stood, picked up her book, and walked to her room, her shoulders slumped. The door closed with a soft click. Lorenzo walked to the study, not looking at me. I followed. He went straight to the liquor cabinet, poured two fingers of whisky into a glass, and drank it in one gulp. He poured another, then turned, leaning against the desk, the glass in his hand.

"Our apologies, Princess Luna, Royal Princess of the Kingdom of Contancia. I am Prince Dustin of Lotho, the land of the dawn and forever dusk. And this is my twin brother, Finch." "Lotho? You are from the Kingdom of Lotho, the shape-shifters?" "Yes, Princess. We heard that King Castor's youngest daughter had finally returned and we wanted to welcome you to the Land of Lore. Forgive our audacity in invading your privacy." Luna's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, returned? This is my first time coming here." The two exchange meaningful glances, the one named Dustin glaring at his brother. However, Prince Finch declared nonchalantly, "Ah… Did I say returned? I think you misheard me, Princess."

"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

I pulled open the drawer but to my surprise there was nothing, apart from a tiny hospital book, the name on it read Lorenzo's. At first I ignored the book, shutting the drawer immediately, but out of curiosity I had to steal it for a brief read, but once I opened it. The disease I saw, made my mouth fall open. Lorenzo has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) #################

Lorenzo has decided to respond the wedding to next year and she just said okay and went to her room and immediately she got to her room she fell on the bed and zoom off to wonderland. #2022 is gone Happy New Year to everyone reading this book and may this new year bring you more money, good health and more achievements, more protection and I will love to apologize that I wasn't able to update this story for a long time because I was busy but I promise that this new year you will see more update on this story and more stories from Zaroni_Evas. Happy New Year once again #2023

Amara asked gently. ​"She called me a book, Mamma," Lorenzo said, looking up with wide, troubled eyes. "Does that mean I am boring?" ​"It means you are deep, Lorenzo," Amara said, pulling him into her lap. "And girls like Sofia Moretti are used to shallow things. You confused her. Confusion is a powerful strategic advantage." ​Lorenzo considered this. "So... I should stay a book?" ​"Be the best book ever written," Amara smiled. "The one she has to work hard to read."