Lorenzo Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Lorenzo’s smile lingered for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, then faded as his gaze drifted away from the hospital room, away from Giovanni’s curious stare, away from Ivy’s anxious eyes. “It was the stuff of nightmares…” he repeated quietly. And then he was no longer standing beside a hospital bed, as the memory replayed in his mind like a horror movie...

I thought they said eyes are the windows to the soul, but Lorenzo's eyes looked cold, detached and emotionless. For a moment, I felt like I was talking to a robot. He leaned down and dragged me up. I tried to escape, my eyes scanning the room for different escape routes, but I had forgotten that no one knows me better than Lorenzo Demario Before I could even think of an escape plan, he grabbed my wrist, forcefully pulling me to him, wrapping his hand around my waist tightly leaving me wincing in return.

Our eyes were locked, and I couldn’t break the contact no matter how hard I tried. Mate. I felt like I was walking through sludge. Each step I took forward, the other took one back. It was a taunting dance. We were tethered together, but bound to maintain the tension. I had almost drawn him out, out into the pale full moon light. We were so close, yet so far, when an earthquake shook the field. My wolf crouched, cowering at the threat. The owner of the eyes growled, taking a step forward, almost into visibility’s range. The forest trembled again, sending the figure turning and dashing away, deeper into the forest.

My eyes went up to him, and he was already staring at my soul through my eyes, making my breath hitch. "Well, I forgot to arrange something, so guess what? I'm still here. By the way, are you coming from the basement?" Lorenzo asked, and I thanked him internally because my husband's stare was so intense that it was eating me out like last night. Oh gosh stop it. I snapped at myself mentally. Vincenzo gaze shifted towards Lorenzo from me, thankfully. I was shaking terribly, and he was scaring the shit out of me right now that I was failing to control my fear. Last night was the demo for sure. He can be seriously dangerous sometimes or maybe all the time.

"Come inside." Gerald pushed the wheelchair forward and Maxton and Xander fell in behind without a word and the mansion doors opened and swallowed all of them and the courtyard began moving again as people slowly remembered how to be people. Lorenzo hadn't moved at all. He was standing exactly where he'd been when he pulled the trigger with the gun still hanging from his fingers and his eyes fixed on something on the ground in front of him that nobody else could see. His face was completely blank in the way that wasn't peace but the total absence of everything — like every feeling had fired at once and now there was just nothing left and his body was standing there waiting for instructions t

I lunged toward the stone railing, desperately looking for a pipe to climb down— A hand grabbed the collar of my shirt and violently threw me backward. I went flying, hitting the floor hard. The breath was completely knocked out of me, leaving me coughing and gasping on the rug. Lorenzo stood over me, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His calm face was completely gone, replaced by pure, terrifying rage. He stepped closer, his heavy boot pressing down firmly onto my ribs, pinning me to the floor. "Look at that," he hissed, his eyes burning. "The little mouse has teeth."

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.”