Lorenzo Book Novels & Stories

Rico's voice echoed through the speaker. "Which one?" I asked. "The brother who wants your crown." I smiled. Courtyard Steps Lorenzo leaned against a pillar, dressed in black, calm as a viper sunbathing before the strike. "You sent me a message," I said. "You read it." "I didn’t answer." He stepped forward. "You didn’t delete it." His hands didn’t reach for me. But his words did. "He treats you like a wife. I see you as what you are."

Probably still sore, still aching, still clenching around nothing and remembering exactly how we’d stretched her earlier. My cock throbbed harder with every step. But before we reached the landing, a voice cut through the quiet like a blade through silk. “Brothers!!” We both froze mid-stride and turned. Lorenzo stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was smiling. That smile. The one that looks sweet and boyish and almost innocent—until you notice how wide it stretches, how the corners twitch like they’re fighting not to split his face open, how his gold eyes glitter with something manic and holy and utterly fucking unhinged.

Lorenzo… He was the first-ever jeweled eye possessor. There were tons of legends that surrounded him. Whether it was about his life or the deeds that he had done, it had circulated the Larin Continent, as per Shirley. However, she did not expect that she could see this famed person right in front of her. In the books, they described Lorenzo as a gentle and kind man that lived in solitude. He achieved his dream to live in the mountains away from the people.

My eyes shifted at him to find him staring at me intently. "Huh?" I breathed out confused, "Don't go next to the saunas again!" He repeated and then sipped his whiskey, dismissing any questions that may have risen from me. I managed a small nod and a smile. "We want to show you something," Lorenzo informed getting up from his seat. He walked to his giant white marble desk to retrieve a big black folder. My curiosity skyrocketed at the sight of a giant folder because man, things were always yummy in there. "Okay." I watched as Vernero shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the furrows on his forehead deepening even further. I was about to ask what was the matter with him when Lorenzo laid the gia

His fingers lingered against it for a second longer. Then— He turned away. The study door opened with a quiet creak. Inside, the air smelled faintly of old wood and worn leather. Papers remained stacked neatly across the desk—untouched, unimportant. None of it mattered. Not when his mind refused to stay there. Lorenzo walked in, his steps echoing faintly against the polished floor. He didn’t sit. Didn’t reach for anything. Instead, he moved to the shelf along the wall, his fingers brushing lightly over the spines of books he hadn’t opened in years.

Lorenzo asks, stretching his neck over my shoulders to see what I'm reading. "A novel. Love to hate my stepbrother by lady barbecue." Inserting my finger through the pages I'm reading, I flip the book over so Lorenzo can see the cover of it. It's a picture of a teenage boy wearing a leather jacket with tats all over his body. "Hot, right?" I raise an eyebrow in question. Lorenzo scoffs. "Not as hot as me." He digs into the bag we brought along with us. "What's it about?"

He shook Emma's delicate hand, and I felt a growl trying to escape my mouth, but I held it. "You are welcome. She is stunning," he said to me, and I nodded. I already knew she was a beauty. Luciano was a human clueless about our world, so he did not know she was an Omega or what it meant. "We will do both her hair, dress and makeup. You will fall in love all over again, Mr Alessandro," he teased, and we all laughed, but I noticed Emma blush a bit, which was cute. He urged her to come with him, and she looked at me. I nodded at her telling her it was okay. She followed him while I sat in the lounge area with my guards.

Dinara clapped her hands to get her attention. They were having luncheon at a posh deli inside their new hotel with Lizzie. No other customers were inside. Their men had made sure it was close to the public. "What is it?" She asked while she picked on her salad, avoiding eye contact. "Rough night, eh?" Lizzie smirked. "I could say the same to you," she answered, noticing the faint circles surrounding her vibrant blue eyes. Doc snorted like it was nothing new. "I wouldn't be surprised if you are pregnant again."

“You old charmer. If only I were ten years younger. " "Put another ten up, you still wouldn't be safe from me." While Eleanor burst into ecstatic giggling, his partner Gian rolled his eyes and began systematically to devour his food. Even if Maddox gave the impression that he was not aware of the world around him, he did. Gian and everyone else in his life thought Maddox was a casanover who didn’t miss a rock and he did everything to maintain this image. Very few knew that he had no interest in women, but it was better if it remained a secret. After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business.

Like the air in here was crawling across my skin. I didn’t know what this meant. I didn’t know if she’d been alive when this was done—or if this was just one of many twisted souvenirs from a man who clearly didn’t see women as people, just possessions. But I did know one thing. Lorenzo wasn’t just dangerous. He was obsessed.