Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Haunting Ground

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?

Before I could finish, the ground trembled. Trees tore free from the earth, and vines burst from the soil. Towering trunks closed in around us as the forest lunged from every direction.

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.

"Lorenzo!" Lorrie’s scream tore through the dead silence of the forest as her husband’s blood-slicked fingers slipped from hers. She threw herself onto the cold, black moss, digging her knees into the earth as her knuckles turned stark white, holding onto his left wrist with every ounce of strength left in her breaking body. Below him, the open grave churned like a pit of living quicksand. Black soil and writhing shadows wrapped around Lorenzo’s boots, dragging him down into the subterranean darkness.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."