Lorenzo Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

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

Lorenzo seems to think something and said with malice smile “is that so? Then j think i should have a deal with you” I got scared and asked “what sort of deal?” Lorenzo with my evil smile come closer to me and pull me more closer to him by my nipples and i screamed in pain “stop treating me like a doll” Lorenzo said with fake accent “did i hurt you baby? i am sorry you are so fragile to be treated like this and about deal, i am thinking of something that can benefit both of us” What this evil man is going to do now? Is he finding another way to destroy me?

The wildfire in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine and not in a good way. "You will call my name as I make you come." He nibbles my earlobe and slides his hand over my chest, down my abdomen, and starts to undo my jeans. I try to fight him off but I’m powerless against him, I start to scream at the top of my lungs. He slams his mouth to mine to shut me up and I bite his lip. “Your little whore!” He yells and the door pinged open. My eyes burning from the tears forming in them connects with those glorious forest green eyes of Lorenzo.

After Lust tried and failed to get into Daniel’s pants she made her way back to the table. Daniel had given up on asking them about the prophecy, Lust had quite effectively pushed him over the edge. His ability to be in the same room with them was gone and he knew that if he didn’t leave then they all would end up back in hell. The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth.

I followed despite not knowing where we were going, holding onto the shaky hope that perhaps, just possibly, this journey would bring me to a place where I could start over. We came across a few creatures along the way, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, but Lucian guided me to hiding places before they could see us. He moved with ease, almost like a guide, describing the perils of this wild world and explaining the monsters we encountered, including ghouls, wendigos, and others whose mere names made my skin crawl. I had never seen such creatures before, and their forms and movements were more terrifying than I could have imagined.

Elena heard it too and interrupted, "There's already more than enough food. Eating this much at night leads to weight gain, and that's not ideal for a wedding dress." Lorenzo snapped on instinct, "What nonsense are you saying?" A flicker of guilt crossed his face as he glanced at me. I smiled faintly at him. Just as Lorenzo was about to speak, a loud gunshot reverberated outside. "It's the Babocci family! Protect Don Greco!" I reached for my gun, scanning for cover. Lorenzo moved faster. Without hesitation, he pulled Elena into his arms and rushed for the armored car outside. He never looked back once.

"Maybe they left in a hurry." Selene shivered, crossing her arms across her chest. "You don't believe in ghosts?" she asked, a playful yet genuine fear in her tone. "Do you?" Jason replied, his eyes scanning the walls and the large fireplace at the end of the room. He was looking for any detail that seemed out of place, a subtle clue left by a family in a desperate hurry. Just then, a faint, metallic creak echoed from the floor above them. Selene gasped and instinctively grabbed on to Jason’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve.

With this newfound autonomy, I was able to funnel profits directly into my personal account, solidifying my financial independence. However, when Lorenzo discovered my betrayal, he took it personally. In a cryptic message sent to my W******p, he wrote, "TWO BIRDS SHOULD HANG OUT TOMORROW EVENING AT THE SHADOW GROUND." The message was encoded; its meaning was intelligible only to the sender and the intended receiver. ****** I arrived at the Shadow Ground, a foreboding underground warehouse on the outskirts of London. The darkness was palpable, relieved only by the faint glow of the headlights from my two black BMWs, which cast an eerie light on the surrounding walls.

Later, after the dead were cleared and the blood scrubbed from sacred stone, Amara found Luca alone in the bell tower. He leaned against the wall, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. The city stretched below, indifferent and eternal. She walked up beside him. Said nothing. He didn’t look at her. “My sister nearly died tonight.” “So did mine,” she said. He gave a bitter smile. “Maybe we’re cursed.” “Not cursed,” she replied. “Hunted.” He flicked ash over the ledge. “You think the Lorenzis are ready to move openly?” “They already have.”