Lorenzo St John Novels & Stories

Lorenzo smiled and took out a black gown from behind him and threw it on my face and said, “Wear this, such a beautiful body is not kept naked like this.” I immediately hugged the gown to my chest and tried to get up again. I wanted to cover my body with clothes but I was so helpless that I could not do that. Lorenzo made fun of me and said, "Looks like you fucked Jack very well, even this Jack goes out of control at the sight of a girl. But never mind, you will be fine soon, then a new man will come to your room. And will fuck you.” Saying this, Lorenzo started laughing, my heart felt very sad due to his words and I said, “You have done a lot of wrong to me, you are a damn mayor, you will n

he asked him. He pointed at me, “Her, or the secret you are keeping,” he said. I furrowed my eyebrows, what secret was he talking about? Luca's eyes were reduced to a split. “What are you talking about?” He asked. Lorenzo stood up from the couch. He strolled towards us with a plastered smile, his blonde hair scattered, and his neck still had marks of Luca’s bite in it. I am not even sure he has taken his bath because he still had his blood-stained clothes on.

“I’ve been in that hellhole before.” Elena glanced up, surprised. “You’ve been inside the resort?” Lorenzo’s smirk faded. A darkness crept into his expression. “For years, I was Sanchez’s best-kept secret,” he admitted. “While Alejandro was parading around as the golden heir, I was in the shadows. A ghost.” Elena frowned. “Why?” Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. “Because I was never meant to exist. Sanchez never wanted me. My mother was a mistake, and I was the consequence.”

"They're not hiding in the shadows anymore, boss. They're actively provoking you." Lorenzo stood up, pulling down his cuffs. "Then they will deeply regret the day they chose to play this game." Upstairs, Lorrie was carefully arranging the historic, leather-bound books Lorenzo had bought at the auction. She still couldn't entirely comprehend that he had dropped a million dollars on them. He insisted it was merely a smart asset acquisition, not a gesture meant for her. At least, that was what his pride demanded he say. She pulled one beautifully preserved, forest-green novel from its gilded sleeve. As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to

he commented under his breath and lay on his bed with his hand at the back of his head. ‘At least she isn’t crazy like the last one’ he thought with a smirk. ... Dimitri Lorenzo is the second and now the only son of a Spanish business mogul, Donald Lorenzo, and a former British hairstylist turned businesswoman, Patricia Lorenzo. He is New York City's most eligible bachelor/playboy as the media displays him. The Lorenzos' have a wide chain of businesses from hotels to restaurants to beauty salons, clothing lines, shipping, and many more running back home in Spain, here in New York, in other states in the US, and in many countries in other parts of the world.

Seated at the head of the table was Lorenzo who was too preoccupied reading a news paper. After the short lived incident thanks to Leonardo's intervention she was led to sit next to him. Leonardo was beautiful, just like Lorenzo, he had a short blonde hair that was braided at each side and about an inch or two shorter than Lorenzo, what surprised her more was the fact that he was the CEO of LG networks, although he had never used his last name in public, it still came as a shock to her that he was a Giovanni, just how deep were the Giovanni's reach in the country?, she wondered.

" ahh okay Lorenzo said as they continue dancing he was so happy that his woman and John Robertson are just friends at least he will focus now on making her love only him and reduce her friendship with that guy "At first I thought my friend was crazy looking for a ghost maiden but now I understand him he was in love with that ghost maiden just like me I think I have fallen in love with Stephanie Rivers my soon-to-be wife. Lorenzo said " Thanks for dancing with me Miss Stephanie Lorenzo said" The pleasure is all mine sir Stephanie said and walk and sat beside Arianna and John.

Eyes cold. “Another step and I’ll put you back in the ground,” he growled. Giovanni chuckled, casual. Confident. “Lorenzo De Rossi. Always the brute. Never the brains.” He glanced at the weapon in Lorenzo’s hand like it was a toy. “And here I thought you’d be happy to see me. After all, I’ve come to take what’s rightfully mine.” He looked at me again. Slowly. Like I was a book he’d once started but never finished.

His gaze lingered on her bare legs, then flickered to me, burning with accusation. "And you," Lorenzo snarled, his voice cutting through the air like a whip, his gaze now fixed solely on Davina. "You think you can just waltz in here, warm my son's bed, and unravel years of strategic planning?" He took a step into the room, his presence dominating the space. "You're nothing but a distraction, a common whore from the club. A used one at that, if memory serves from Ivan's unfortunate incident." His words were a venomous assault, calculated to humiliate and destroy.

I murmured with a shaky breath, as my eyes glim with tears. Lorenzo let out a sigh. “J.J.G was one of our biggest rivals and they wanted you dead because you delivered John’s son’s head to him in that box, so I plotted with Rosanna and told her everything. Luckily she hates her father for what he did to her mother and wanted revenge and what better way than to marry his worst enemy….” Lorenzo tries again to touch me, I can tell he really wants to comfort me, but I shake my head and he clears his throat as he continues his story. “As of yesterday our engagement is off, I struck a deal with her dad, telling him I will not marry his daughter and he can have half of Lenkov’s assets as long as he