Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Haunting Ground

The guy whispered something into his ears and winked. Everyone went back to the haunted house. Now was the last level that is The Silent Night. They all went inside the room. Just then the lights went off. Shama looked here and there but she couldn’t see anything. It was very dark. Suddenly, the whole room filled with thunderous voices and cloud rumbling as if it was going to rain. Strong wind started blowing. Shama looked here and there but no one was in her sight. She walked around but couldn’t find anyone. The room was looking like maize.

He stared at his window blinds, he had absolutely forgotten to draw the blinds the previous night- anyways, it was too late to draw them now, he thought. Lorenzo stood up from bed with a stretch. He had no memory whatsoever of what had happened the previous night except that he had drank so much wine. His head still hurt from the hangover, but he was used to it already. He took one more step forward and felt something warm under his feet. looking down, he realized he had trampled upon the shirt he wore the previous day. He racked his brain trying to figure out what it was doing on the floor in the first place.

I needed to think. Lorenzo was gaining momentum. I could now hear him directly behind me. He grabbed my hands and we both fell to the ground. He immediately flipped me over and pinned me to the ground. “I should have known you would try to run again.” Lorenzo said, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Should have let me go, now I have to kill you.” I spat. He responded with a little chuckle. He picked me up from the ground and carried my fireman style through the woods and eventually stopped in front of cabin.

" Aria listened in silence, her frown deepening with every word. Her fingertips rubbed together absently as her mind raced through every detail Lorenzo had just laid out. There was thick fog that swallowed the path ahead of him, and the woods were dead silent. An old burial ground lay half-reclaimed by the forest, and an ancient stone marker stood at its center, covered in grayish, dead grass. The branches around him were black as charcoal and crumbled the second he touched them. A terrifyingly cold sensation had drained the life right out of him. After putting the pieces together, she knew exactly where that withering energy had come from. This wasn't just some random imbalance in his body.

Lorenzo is having the time of his life shooting and killing. After tonight no drugged out rogues will be left alive.

Chapter 64 Gone~ L'Angelo It has been a week ever since I lost Sophia to the wolves. And I was determined to get her back no matter how and no matter who held her captive. They wouldn't kill her, that I knew. I paused typing on my laptop and sent the letter to her father who replied as soon as possible. Aria stepped into my office with a file. "You've got anything?" "Our men confirmed seeing Lorenzo Romanov on the streets of Spain with his little sister, Lola." She said and I nodded but it seems like she knew more.

Not until he is untied and in my arms". He turned to get Callum free but was caught by Adam instead. He gripped his neck slamming him on the floor. Few pebbles scattered with the impact of heavy fall. Callum whimpered in fear. Max Enzo Zee and Saint were helpless too. As Zol had trapped them by magic. "I told you to share, Steph. Only if you have listened to me. Now see how scared your little kitten is". Adam put a bit of pressure on Stephen's neck. "Fu...ckk.. Offf... Bas..tard". Stephen said, panting hard. He held Adam's wrist and used all of his power to turn and toss him around the hall hitting a concrete pillar.

The impact pushed him forward, causing the blade to sink into his flesh, with blood pouring out like a river. “Fucking speak!” I ordered, awakening my Rottweilers as they barked simultaneously, the room in the underground shaking with their heavy paws. Lorenzo stood at the end of the attic. He had a black fluffy coat draped over his shoulder. With his cigar in hand, he smoked without a care. One Don to a fucking prisoner, so he didn't interfere. As if to crawl under my skin, he spat out thick blood in front of me, and ducked his head, letting his blood flow and his head wave carelessly.

Lorenzo, eyes were all over us, hateful gazes were thrown at me. We got to the elevator and we both walked in. Immediately the elevator got closed, Lorenzo grabbed me closer. His warm breath fanned my neck region, it sent shivers through my whole body. “Are you ready for your punishment?” his soft voice whispered in my ears. “What punishment?” I asked. “You disobeyed me, blue eyes. Those that had attempted to disobey me are with their ancestors chilling in hell.” I blinked, fear gripped me. The way he called death like it meant nothing to him.