Lorenzo Book Novels & Stories

“I don’t know some of this too. Let’s read together.” I managed to grab the book from him without shaking. The book was thick and heavy to the touch. The moment I touched it too, dust settled on my fingertips. Blowing some of it away, I started reading. “…When Lorenzo was apprehended, the troops of Lacroix saw that he wasn’t at all weakened. Surprisingly, his mate had already been executed before this. Scientists are still studying as to how Lorenzo was able to remain standing despite the death of his mate…”

14 LORENZO “I allowed her to see the finer things in life."

But instead of shaking my hand the way I expected, Lorenzo took it gently in both of his and lifted it to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his eyes meeting mine with a warm, charming smile. Oh. Okay. So that's how it was here. This was just an Italian thing, wasn't it? A cultural greeting. Perfectly normal. Perfectly fine. "Lorenzo is a legend in the fashion world," Marcus was saying, but I was barely listening. Because something was wrong. Lorenzo's scent hit me all at once—strong and sharp and unmistakably male. Something woody and sweet. It was nice, objectively. Pleasant, even.

The waistband hung dangerously low, emphasizing the sharp V-cut of his abdomen. No shirt. I was staring. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t seem to help it. Lorenzo didn’t acknowledge my obvious struggle. He simply walked over to the bed, sitting down and leaning back against the headboard with a lazy sort of confidence. His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, unreadable as always. “Well?” His lips curved slightly, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He tapped his fingers against the first aid kit. “Have your go at me, Principessa.”

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Lark reported to him. “Hm..” was all he did in reply. “Are you sure about this?” Lark asked worriedly as he look at him busy reading the book in his hand. “Let us just say that I am paying him back for what he owes me,” after saying that, he closed the book and stood up, and went to the bookshelf to look for another book. “Don’t worry about him, he is stubborn and doesn’t really give up easily. It’s a reverse uno card from now on.” He said while smiling and no longer explained.

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the dining table where Zia sat. A plate of toast, eggs, and a half-empty glass of orange juice sat untouched in front of her. She idly swirled the juice, staring at the table like it held answers to questions she hadn’t yet asked. Then, the door creaked open. Lorenzo walked in, his movements careful, as if stepping into a space where he no longer belonged. He was dressed in black joggers and a plain white t-shirt that clung to his frame, his hair still damp from a morning shower.

“You’ve finally come home.” Lorenzo’s hand didn’t just tighten around mine—it shook. For the first time, he was afraid. Luciana leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “You think Lorenzo’s the monster?” she whispered, just loud enough f or only me. “You haven’t met his maker.” She straightened, looked us both over with icy amusement, and then smiled a smile that promised war. Then she added, as the room fell into eerie silence: “Let’s begin.”

Lorenzo seems to think something and said with malice smile “is that so? Then j think i should have a deal with you” I got scared and asked “what sort of deal?” Lorenzo with my evil smile come closer to me and pull me more closer to him by my nipples and i screamed in pain “stop treating me like a doll” Lorenzo said with fake accent “did i hurt you baby? i am sorry you are so fragile to be treated like this and about deal, i am thinking of something that can benefit both of us” What this evil man is going to do now? Is he finding another way to destroy me?

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.