Lorenzo St John Novels & Stories

He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.” More laughter. More glasses raised. I stood outside the door with one hand pressed hard against my chest, where an artificial heart kept beating. Lorenzo never knew I had learned his language. He also never knew that I had already discovered he was keeping Vera—our wedding’s mistress of ceremonies—behind my back. And because he had hidden something from me, I had hidden something from him. Maybe my face gave me away, because Lorenzo noticed me almost at once. He got up immediately, crossed the room, and dropped to

So I stood up and entered his cabin. “Yes, Mr.Stone?” I asked him innocently. “What is this, Ms.Pari? I asked you to bring my lunch not some office boy.” He asked me irritated. "But Mr.Stone! What is my job?” I asked him. “My P.A and secretary.” He replied confused.

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.

Johnson stood up ready to leave. "Yes, you should probably go find her…who knows, she might be in someone's office right now" I smirked. "Boss, I should go get you a new pair of trousers" Theo disposed of the shards of glass in the waste bin. "And where are you gonna get it?" I sat up "In your room boss, where else would I get them?" "Listen, you can't go in there-" "Let him go get you a new trouser, you can't walk around with a coffee-stained trouser, can you?" Mr. Johnson said.

“She’s not the kind of woman you have a fling with. She’s the real deal.” Lorenzo stared at him. “Who are you? What happened to the real Giovanni Martinelli?” Giovanni laughed. “Leave me alone, Lorenzo. Go to your wife. She needs you.” “Now I’m eager to meet the woman who cured you of your Casanova syndrome,” Lorenzo said. “Says the retired playboy,” Giovanni shot back. Lorenzo grinned. “It takes one to know one, huh?” He patted Giovanni’s shoulder as he passed and exited the room.

Lorenzo Monteverde the son of Raul Monteverde the eldest son of Perol Monteverde. After losing his father to the battle of succession. He became the President of Zemor Entertainment, one of the companies of Monteverde's. Lorenzo is one of the strongest competitors of Xander. Because he is not only the son of the eldest but he is the most favoured one among the grandchildren of Perol. The Head of the Monteverde household, Perol Monteverde. Really doted on Lorenzo because Lorenzo has a similar features of his late wife Anastasia. Everytime he smiles, He see the face of his wife smiling at him.

And mine. I toss another log on the fire, sit down in the armchair opposite her, and take a sip of the delicious wine, feeling so much at peace. *************** Lorenzo puts down his glass and picks up a sandwich. He looks glorious. Rumpled hair, stubble, wicked green eyes that glow with desire and love in the firelight. He’s wearing his bulky cream sweater and his black jeans with a rip at the knee, and she spies his skin beneath....Danica drinks him in.

[ZARINA] “Please shut your dumb whining for the god-fucking-sake!” Lorenzo growls at mother who has been constantly trying to smack some sense into his head. But he is one stubborn man and let’s be honest, a little dangerous too at the moment. If we met under different circumstances, I would have never believed him to be so corrupt and vicious. Lorenzo has the face of an attractive man. He is tall and lean and has enough impressive muscles to have any girl swoon in his proximity. His eyes are strikingly big and green. There is a sharp jawline that can cut diamonds. If he were really my brother, I would have been so proud of him, and would have bragged to the others about him all day long. Bu

John only nodded as he stacked the cash on Lorenzo's desk. "How much did you even steal?" Lorenzo asked. John laughed. "Don't know, that is why I'm counting." Lorenzo nodded before sighing as his mind drifted to last night. "So I saw you and Bonnie getting busy on the couch last night on my way out." John said breaking Lorenzo out of his thoughts. "You're such a fucking creep, man." Lorenzo mumbled as he watched John wiggle his eyebrows playfully. John shrugged. "It didn't end well." Lorenzo whispered. "I fucked up and I don't know how the fuck I'm going to make it right."

, he said cheerfully. He hopped towards us and that was when I saw his full figure. He was a short man with a plump figure. His skin was evenly tanned and he only had a loincloth firmly tied around his waist as he approached us. I could not imagine why Vincenzo, or anyone at all, would dislike such a man. I had not even met him yet but his countenance excited me. “And Roberta, my Luna”, he said, bowing as he reached us.