Lorenzo Haunting Ground Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

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.

" 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.

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.

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.

He walked with an exceptional determination, though his pace was slow. We walked slowly through the fallen leaves, past the Italian-style fountain, and finally stopped in front of the small chapel deep within the estate. "Aurora, do you remember this place?" "I remember. The first day, you told me there was a female ghost trapped inside." "Yeah." Lorenzo stared at the carved wooden door. "That was my first love. Marco, that bastard, tortured her to death." An inexplicable heaviness settled in my heart. "What's this? Is my wife jealous?" Lorenzo turned his head, his eyes playful.