Lorenzo Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

LAURA’S POV My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone... I stood right in front of my apartment building... chest rising and falling like I had just run a marathon. The call with Lorenzo kept replaying in my head... Did you kill someone? Did you witness a murder? Why … why would he ask me that? At first, I thought the haunting had something to do with him... because everything started the night I first slept with him. But he wasn’t even here this evening. He wasn’t anywhere near the building, and yet the haunting was worse. Much worse.

He grabbed Sofia’s hand, letting out a laugh that was childish yet bone-chilling. "Mamma, is the bad woman burnt to ash? When she dies, will Papa give you that big red diamond? I want one to put on my slingshot." Lorenzo, sitting in the shadows of the surveillance room, looked as if he had been turned to stone by Medusa. Listening to the conversation between these two demons—one old, one young—he realized he had become a complete joke. He hadn't just killed the only child between him and me; he had personally welcomed the arsonist and the viper into his home.

Lorenzo’s voice bellows through the room. What? Danica opens bleary eyes. He’s here. Lorenzo is standing on the threshold, shrouded in his dark coat like an avenging archangel, his eyes flashing a deadly green, and he’s brandishing his double-barreled shotgun. He’s here. With his gun. ************** *LORENZO*

Emory swallowed frightfully saying, his eyes tearing wide open at blondies body on the floor. I let my eyes linger on his for a split second, , splitters of blood had splashed on his face and clothes like acid, his breathing audible, well obviously after shattering a human skull with bare hands. I wouldn’t expect less. “Nobody gets to kill you lorenzo, not until I say so.” He said. A bland smirk extended on the side of my lips as I gave him one last pitiful look. “How charming.” I turned to face the path ahead, but the words caught in my throat.

This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery) Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old. Georgio's heart pounded as his last memory of going to bed at home suddenly flew away. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find his limbs chained to the wall and himself stripped bare. His friends alongside him in the same state tied up, wounded, and exposed.

Me. Am I surprised? No! It’s not the first time I’m stepping into the enemy’s ground. Tonight, if I come out alive from here, it might not be the last. Lorenzo steps out of one car. There is a broad smile on his face. One that I’ll punch off the moment I get it. “The one and only,” he chuckles, an accent that makes me want to puke. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long,” his lips drop the smile and something dark burns in his eyes. “You have no idea.”

--- LORENZO No. The word is a silent explosion, a time bomb tearing through the inside of my skull. No. It's not possible. It can't be happening. It was one night. A single night of error and darkness. A body in a bed I thought was my wife's. I felt differences, in the slenderness of the hips, in the curve of a shoulder, in the taste of the skin… but I attributed them to nervousness, to champagne, to my own fever. I convinced myself. Then, in the early morning, the harsh light on a face that was not hers… the shame, the fury, the disgust with myself. I chased her away. I erased her. I buried that episode with the determination of a gravedigger burying a plague-ridden corpse. I built my love

You’re really going to do it? Give that viper the only leverage we have left?” Lorenzo’s voice was a harsh whisper, competing with the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of a helicopter circling somewhere over the north woods. He stood by the nursery door, his hand white-knuckled around the grip of his submachine gun. Outside, the mansion grounds were a graveyard of flashlights and muzzle flares.

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!”

"Lorenzo, what are you doing?" He looked up, his eyes burning crimson in the dim light. "Opening the gate." Then boom, the ground beneath them shook violently, dust and fragments raining down from the ceiling. Bianca screamed, stumbling back as a dark mist began to rise from the floor, coiling like smoke. Lorenzo's grin widened, his voice echoing with unnatural resonance. "Let the blood moon rise again." ******** Back in Seraphina's carriage thundered through the storm. She clutched the pendant tightly in her palm, her pulse a drumbeat of fear and fury.