Lorenzo Book Novels & Stories

"It says I belong to you. I'm my own person. I don't belong to anyone. Especially you." Lorenzo climbed to his feet and strode toward me, his long legs eating up the distance between us in seconds. Before I knew what happened, he had his arms out and caged me in my chair. Leaning so close, he whispered close to my ear, his voice dripping with malice, "Do you love your father, Amelia?" Fear erupted in me and I started shaking. Lorenzo was a man who was filled with many secrets. I knew from the first time I saw him he was dangerous, but I didn't realize the extent to how far he could mess with my head.

She thought she had finally found a book she could read, but after opening it, she realized the book was a French version. The big boss was really lived in a different world, and even the book he read was extraordinary. Feeling bored, she was trying to put the book into the drawer before she accidentally noticed something inside. She opened the book and found a picture inside. It was a picture of Dante and Lorenzo, but beside Dante, part of the picture was missing. She didn't pay attention to the missing part but stared at Lorenzo . Was this Dante’s second brother? On closer inspection, they looked very alike.

Lorenzo snarled, swiping at Robert and carving claw marks into his shirt as he sent him flying and focused on his new target. “Give me the book! Now!” he screamed, his many voices so loud that I had to cover my ears and just in time too because I heard glass shatter in the distance. Dante glared at him, the book tucked securely under his arm. “If you want it so bad, come and get it!” Without hesitation, Lorenzo pounced on Dante but he was too late. He passed the book to me and grabbed Lorenzo, pinning him down to the ground. “Let go of me! Now!”

would now hold such value? Every scene in the book was drawn from my own bloody, real-life experiences. Readers saw a tragic romance, never knowing they were reading a woman's indictment. Meanwhile, at twenty thousand feet, the private jet cabin was suffocatingly quiet. Lorenzo gripped a glass of whiskey on the rocks, his brow furrowed as he stared out at the clouds. In the past two years, he had become even more taciturn, his methods more ruthless. The mere mention of Lorenzo Marino's name sent shivers down the spines of the entire New York underworld.

Lorenzo screamed. . To be continued...

His hands slid down, lifting Louis onto the arm of the chair, then the table, books scattering. "Lorenzo…" "Shh." Lorenzo's mouth was on his neck, his collarbone, the edge of his shirt. Lorenzo kissed him again, but Louis shoved the book between them. "I have to finish this book…and we can’t do it here in the library.", he whispers looking around. Lorenzo paused, lips still brushing Louis’s jaw. For a second his eyes flashed with that familiar dark hunger, but then a slow, amused smile curved his mouth. "Of course, we can… mio gattino," he murmured, voice low and indulgent, like he was granting permission for something far more wicked. "Finish your book. Won’t stop you."

Gulping hard,she jerked her gaze back to her book,trying to ignore her throbbing breasts and pulsing clit. Lorenzo finished drying himself off then stretched out on the lounge chair next to hers with his hands clasped behind his head. She felt him studying her,felt the heat of his eyes slowly roaming down her bare legs. “Are you truly reading that book,babe?”He asked. “Of course I am.” “Then why are you yet to notice that it’s upside down?” Fabiola’s cheeks heated in shock. Lorenzo burst into laughter. She dropped her book and smacked him on the chest.

“You think you’re untouchable, Maurice. But every man who builds his empire on another’s blood eventually drowns in it.” Maurice smirked. “Then let’s hope, for both our sakes, you taught Leo how to swim.” Lorenzo left without another word. Outside, the rain had turned to a steady downpour. He walked toward his car, the city lights blurring through the storm. His reflection in the window looked older, harder and afraid. He got in the car but didn’t start it. Instead, he stared into the darkness, realizing something he hadn’t before. Leo thought he was fighting the Morettis for control.

“I do not want to have to call on the pack’s aid if we were to go to war with the Castello family, just because you chose this one time not to do your homework before a job.” Lorenzo growled with frustration, and jumped to his feet again as if he were going to defend himself before he thought better of it. “Well there is a simple solution,” he said with a smirk, coming to stand behind my hair and placing his hands on my shoulders. “We kill her and leave her body for the sharks to deal with.” His hands slowly ran up my shoulders until they wrapped around my neck, just resting there none too gently while I felt my eyes widen and my breathing hitched in my throat.

Caitlin read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one. “Elizabeth was banished from Salem and forced to live in a small cottage, by herself and with her child, in the woods, on the outskirts of