Lorenzo Haunting Ground Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hello? Does your silence indicate that you understand what I mean? Then I look forward to your good manners, lady concubine…” “Alpha Rohan!” -grumbleee- grumbleeee- Everything around seemed to be shaken by a sudden earthquake attack, even though, in reality, there was no such shaking. Those who were there only felt the pressure from his pheromones and divine ability, making their chests tight. And for some people, the pressure causes terrible dizziness. “Yeah, I must be nuts to send something like that to a woman like her when I have mine,” Rohan mumbled under his short breath.

My hands drew into fists, and my brows jerked with a frown as I confusedly searched the walls of the bathroom, my mind scorching and wondering what was wrong with my hearing. ‘Line them up!’ I jumped hard, but my toilet saved me from falling. ‘Get out! Get out, you cunts!’ The voices snarled, and I swiftly gripped both sides of my head while my lips spilled words I could not comprehend until my ears managed to pay attention to them. ‘The Lycan owns your soul!’ A nasty feeling trickled down my spine and shifted my throat with inner disgust and an overpowering presence that made me cower. ‘Know your fucking place!’

"And if you are lying... if you are his spies... may the rocks of this land crush you before you leave this town." As we stepped into the dim, incense-scented hallway, I realized the fear wasn't just in Becca. It was in the walls of this house. The air smelled of old ink and fear, and I knew that whatever Dr. Kolade was about to tell us, it was going to make the "Holy Harlot" scandal look like a Sunday school lesson. The door clicked shut, the sound of the three locks sliding into place echoing like gunshots in the narrow hallway.

Lorenzo said again, his voice getting dangerously soft, like before a big fight. Luca left the room and closed the door. It got really quiet after he left. Lorenzo stepped closer to the bed, leaning his weight on his cane and looking down at me with his lip curling into a sneer of pure, unadulterated hate. "The Great Reaper," Lorenzo mocked, his voice dripping with enough venom to kill a small village. "The terror of the underworld and the man who rules this city with an iron fist, currently lying in a bed looking like a piece of meat that's been chewed up and spat out by low-level Castellano street trash."

For a brief second, I saw something change in his expression. Something softer. Something familiar. My heart tightened painfully. But the softness disappeared almost immediately. His gaze turned deadly once more. Ginevra saw it too. Terror overtook her. She scrambled backward before turning and running. Her screams echoed through the ruined hall as she disappeared into the distance. Only then did my strength finally abandon me. My knees buckled. I fell sideways. Panting. Exhausted. Bleeding. [Amore.] Lorenzo rushed toward me.

Her voice was shaking with an underlying pain, and with raw intensity. Rivers upon rivers of tears welled up in her eyes, and it blurred her visions she could hardly mark him out. Her body was burning with wrath, her fragile form was becoming visible as the world watched them. All of a sudden, the whole light when off again, and this time it was followed by a series of deafening gunshots in the air as everyone started to scream! A minute later, the light came on, but this time... Lorenzo was gone! “Lorenzo!!! Where are you???!!!!” Tinsely’s voice was so thunderous, and chaotic that it was practically shaking the walls and the hall to its ground.

Lux stood there for a long time before quietly saying, "I'm doing well now." The wind rolled down from the hillside, carrying the scent of damp earth and grass. She had just set down the flowers when footsteps sounded behind her. Lorenzo had come. He was dressed entirely in black. His face looked colder than before, but also more exhausted. He did not walk to her side. Instead, he stopped in front of the grave, slowly bent his knees, and knelt. This was the third promise he had made to her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a haunted expression. "What happened?" I asked softly, my voice coaxing. "What's haunting you?" Lorenzo's voice was barely audible, a whispered confession that seemed to come uncontrollably and unintentionally. "My past... it's still haunting me." I tightened my grip, my hands rubbing gently against his skin. "You're safe now," I whispered. "I'm here." Lorenzo slowly released himself from my embrace, his eyes still locked on mine. He gazed at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

“Lorenzo, where are you?” she called again, her voice trembling. The house seemed to hold its breath, as if hiding secrets in its very walls. Georgina moved cautiously through the house, her heart pounding in her chest. As she entered, from where she stood, she found Lorenzo’s room door opened. She was met with an unsettling sight—Lorenzo sat on his bed, his normally impeccable attire disheveled, and his gaze fixed on a distant point as if lost in thought.