Lorenzo Book Novels & Stories

I thought they said eyes are the windows to the soul, but Lorenzo's eyes looked cold, detached and emotionless. For a moment, I felt like I was talking to a robot. He leaned down and dragged me up. I tried to escape, my eyes scanning the room for different escape routes, but I had forgotten that no one knows me better than Lorenzo Demario Before I could even think of an escape plan, he grabbed my wrist, forcefully pulling me to him, wrapping his hand around my waist tightly leaving me wincing in return.

“Everything has its time. The moon, the sun… and you. One day, you’ll see the whole world.” My mother leaned over, kissing my forehead. “And we’ll be right there with you, little bird. Always.” A lump formed in my throat. I picked up a charcoal pencil, my hand moving instinctively. I didn't even hear the footsteps until they were right behind me. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Lorenzo was standing at the entrance of the balcony, leaning against the doorframe. He was already fully dressed in a sharp, charcoal three-piece suit that made him look like a lethal shadow. He held a cup of black coffee, the steam curling around his harsh features.

he drawled, tilting his head, “I found something.” Confusion flickered through me. “Found what?” His smile widened, almost feral. “So, you like the idea of being tied up… being treated like a dirty little slut?” My heart stopped. My breath caught violently in my throat as my mind scrambled. No. No, he couldn’t mean— “You…” My voice broke on a gasp. “Lorenzo. Where is it?” He laughed. Actually laughed. A deep, rich sound filled with wicked amusement. “That little book of yours?” he taunted. “The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?”

*ALORA* After the call with the doctor ended, Lorenzo was still on his phone. “What are you doing?” I mumbled. “Ordering all the guide to pregnancy books, I need to be as knowledgeable about this as possible.” I gasped. “You’re being too much.”

Elena climbed into the car without waiting for a second instruction. Lorenzo kept rooms that appeared on no family map. His private study was a mirror of his real self. Quieter than anyone expected. Shelves lined with far too many books for a Salvatore son everyone assumed only knew how to hold a gun. Elena stood rigid in the center of the room. Lorenzo settled into the chair behind the desk. His black coat still on. The amber lamp made him look older than twenty-eight—and far more weary. They held each other’s gaze. Minutes passed.

Rowan said extending his hand towards him with the paper in it. Lorenzo's eyes came to meet mine behind Rowan's figure and I nervously bit my lower lip, not knowing how to react. Should I just tear it down? Or let him read? Lorenzo's gaze went back to Rowan before I could even react. He took the paper from Rowan and walked to me. "Where are you going?" Rowan called behind him. "None of your fucking business." Lorenzo barked not even bothering to turn around to face him before he added, "Next time make sure you know what privacy means." Is all he says before he held my hand in his and took me inside his room.

The rain was coming down heavily when I got into the car, one of the employees had an umbrella so I wouldn't get wet, he closed it as I settled into the seat, the driver drove, I didn't have the slightest mind for such a feat. Lorenzo sat next to me, reading a book that seemed to be about a thief in a jacket, or whatever. "What book is that?" I asked curiously. "Lupin. He's a brilliant, intelligent thief." "I like reading, but I don't have much patience," I said, watching the raindrops on the car window." "You should read it. " he suggested. Why are you so quiet?" he said. "Knowing that Emma is there and I'm here with my hands tied makes me anxious and angry. "I said.

And then he realizes something. Lorenzo is a calm collective guy, but when pushed into depression he makes the wrong decisions without caring who he's hurting. The last time he got turned down, he was so upset that he made Luca seduce the woman and sleep with her, and then released the clip showing just the woman.

“We’re bringing our own drinks. Maximus said he’d be on the lookout and Jeckell is gone.” “Doesn’t mean there’s others that won’t try the same shit,” I palmed my face. “Really, Loren. All I want to do is read my tacky romance novel and go to bed.” I turned back to the book in my hands. It was something I’d picked up from the “free” part of the library that afternoon. A cliché novel about mermen and sirens. It was highly unrealistic but damn, did it have good sex scenes. Loren “hmphed” and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she jumped across the room, snatched the book out of my hands and threw it away from me. I stared at her, slack jawed and completely baffled.

"They’re just jealous. Nobody gets a private dinner with Josh Adeyemi unless they’re a 'happening babe' or a 'Big girl'" "It wasn't a dinner, Loveth. It was a... an intervention," I whispered back, my fingers gripping my pen. "Intervention!?" Loveth looked lost. "Intervention of what?" I didn't know if I could trust Loveth. I just kept quiet and tried to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying. But my thoughts were deep. How did the letter appear on my bed without the lock being broken? How did the photo get inside my locker? The metal door was still locked, and only I knew the four-digit code.