Lorenzo Haunting Ground Mga Nobela at Kwento

As I stepped through the portal, boots on, I thought of Daemon to be transported to his book. When I came out the other side, I instantly realized something had gone wrong. Even though I hadn’t visited Daemon’s world, I knew it was set in the human realm. The blood-red sky I was under was clearly not a feature of the human world. I lifted my right jacket sleeve, showing a thin metal bracelet engraved with “fuck off,” and then tapped on the word fuck, which caused a holographic keyboard to appear. As I questioned the reason for my portal’s destination, when I was trying to go to Daemon’s book, I typed in “book, blood-red, and sky” intending to reach Daemon’s book. I didn’t remember Auth havin

In the next few minutes, clothes are off and Lorenzo has teased me to the brink again until I'm dripping wet for him. He rolls a rubber onto his hard cock, stroking it. My eyes follow his every movement and all of a sudden, my mouth feels dry. My tongue comes out to wet my lips. Lorenzo groans and I drag my eyes back up his body to his face where his eyes are dark green and his pupils are dilated. "Don't look at me like that Celestine." "Like how?" My brows pinch together. "Like you want to lick my cock like it's a popsicle."

Yara pursed her lips recalling her encounter with Adam. "So what? Are you going back with him?" "Nope!" replied Yara in a tone of voice that rose a few octaves. "Can’t you just turn down your voice? My ears will hurt." "Your question is just so weird. I will not go back with him. Adam already going to marry someone." Ervin didn't reply to Yara's remarks, he instead laugh so hard when heard it. "He is already going to marry and you still have the curse."

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.

"Though perhaps a bit too much rosemary." Lorenzo stared at his daughter, a grim, satisfied smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "A Valeriano must always appreciate quality, Isabella. Even in the middle of a cleaning." He waved his hand dismissively toward the guards. "Drag Bruno out to the orchard. He’s making a mess of the rug." As the guards moved to drag the heavy corpse away, Lorenzo turned his bloodshot eyes toward Dante. "And you, Ghost. You didn't blink. Most men lose their appetite when the ledger gets balanced at the table."

He sipped his espresso slowly, deliberately, like a man who feared nothing. “They’ve been there since dawn,” he said quietly. Amara crossed to him, lowering herself into the chair at his side. Her pulse quickened. “Lorenzo’s men?” “Lorenzo’s dead.” His lips curved into a cold, humorless smile. “But a hydra always grows new heads. The shadows are stirring again.” Her fingers tightened around her cup. “Then we should leave Rome.”

I started whispering, weak. I didn’t know if it was for me or for him. Lorenzo’s lusty voice blurred, fading at the edges. “Mmmnn... I’m dying to shove my cock between them and jerk off the most delicious fucking stroke of my life... tell me I can, baby... sshh, fuck, tell me you’ll let me come between these beauties...” I fought not to listen to the ghosts. I tried to lock onto Lorenzo, hide in his presence. But when he grabbed my waist and laid me back on the bed, my eyes caught a huge shadow dropping over my body and horror hit me all at once.

The morning sun peeked through the high, broken windows, hitting his face. He stared into the empty air, a final spark of light returning to his dull eyes. "Elena..." He whispered my name to the shadows, a faint smile of relief touching his lips. "Don't be scared... I’m coming to find you... It’s too dark there... you shouldn't be alone..." "In the next life... don't ever meet a bastard like me again..." His hand went limp. The ring rolled onto the bloody floor with a soft, metallic chime. Lorenzo was dead. The Caruso family, left without an heir, was torn apart by rivals within weeks.

And on the back, in faint grey print: "Every legacy has a ghost. I'm yours." I didn’t scream. I didn’t run. I simply walked back to Alessandro and said: "He’s not trying to haunt us. He’s trying to raise something." He looked at me, all fire again. "Then let’s remind him what we can resurrect too." Because this time? We wouldn't just burn. We’d ignite. ------------------------------- Lorenzo The taste of dust never leaves your tongue in a place like this.

(Lorenzo) I sat in my study, empty bottles of bourbon and whiskey lined up on my table while I stared into space. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't work and so I locked myself up in here until I got my shit together. Which obviously has not been successful, I kept replayng everything in my head, the death of Ben , the death of Declan, the death of Margot. I had used my own hands to kill my own family and now I knew there wasn't any form of redemption for me, I was a lost soul. All that killing was finally taking a toll in me. I had ignored it all before, burying myself in work and switching off any kind of emotion I was meant to feel. I did all that so I couldn't get buried in the