Lorenzo Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah. Jonah ran slowly, but with firm steps. He was very frightened by the ruthless murder he had witnessed. He had not strayed far from Alfredo's house when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a thin but deafening voice that made his blood freeze, but he continued to run. "Where are we going?" Asked the voice, which came from a woman with brown

Leo had just turned back to mutter something to Cole when someone bumped into him causing him to spill his drink. Damn!! It was red wine and his white shirt got stained. To be continued... Guys, who do you think Leo had bumped into?

"Those jerks! The players here are horrible. They stitched my mouth shut! "They even tried to pull out my stuffing to start a fire. I wanna go home. Waaahh!" I touched my burnt, brittle hair. I wanted to go home, too. We clung to each other and cried, completely unaware that everything we did was being watched through the live feed. [This is hilarious. How does an SSS dungeon end up with monsters this weak?] [The strong ones probably already got wiped out by Big V and his team. Only these little leftovers are still alive.]

Ghost POV My feet halt mid-step as my eyes lock onto a window in the main house. And there he is, Lorenzo, my Princess, oblivious to my presence. He’s in front of the glass, his body moving with purpose, her wrapped around him like a fucking ribbon. Serena Castelli, his perfect little fiancée. Fuck the pool house. I have a better idea.

"Belle, if the baby dies, it's only what you owe Alice. You killed her child once; now you can repay her." The words landed like a knife to my chest, but he wasn't done. "And let's be honest—you and I both know whether that child is even mine. I'll just pretend that baby never existed." His voice was glacial, the words cutting me so deeply I trembled. I tried to explain, my voice breaking as I struggled against the weight and my despair. "How could the child not be yours? I would never—" But I never finished. The rescue workers began their operation, and the boulder shifted. Before I could protest, the massive stone came crashing down, plunging me into utter darkness.

I doubted Lorena knew any of that, about the fake marriage to Simona. However, no matter which angle I look at the tale from, there are still too many plot holes. Even Luca disappeared off the face of the fucking earth. Which makes me paranoid as fuck. Losing not only Lorena but also Luca is like walking around with gaping wounds. It’s been three days since I buried her in the family cemetery and ordered a tombstone with Lorena Moravia engraved on it. It’s been two days since we started searching for leads for whoever could’ve ordered that hit on her.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lester. Even if I have to die, I won’t let anything happen to the peach tree!” I knew that Noah hated it when people contradicted him, especially when he was angry. But this time, I noticed something else in his gaze—interest. "Oh?" He drew the syllable out, long and languid, like a cat stretching awake. Jill wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with her blood-covered hand, leaving a long trail of blood on her face. “So if the peach tree dies, I, Jill, place my life in your hands!” Noah didn’t say anything more. He just kept turning the signet ring in his hand.

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

Lorenzo leaped. For one agonizing second, time stretched. His outstretched fingers practically brushed the tips of Lorrie’s—*almost*. Then, gravity took her, and she vanished entirely into the black void below. The massive stone slabs ground back together with a deafening, final crash, sealing the earth between them. A heavy cloud of dust exploded upward into the air. Then, dead silence. "No..." Lorenzo slammed both fists brutally against the immovable stone floor, the skin of his knuckles splitting open. "LORRIE!"