Lorenzo St John Novels & Stories

Jonathan ran his hand through his hair and sat down. “Talk to me!” “He is Lorenzo!” He hollered. “Lorenzo? Lorenzo? Who is Lorenzo?” Lorraine asked. “Lorenzo Byers?” Maxwell raised her brows. “Is that not Leilani’s crippled husband?” “Turns out he is not crippled! That man has been putting on a facade! He can walk!” He yelled. “T… that is not possible,” Lorraine shook her head. “He is my boss. He is Benzo! He is the owner of the company which I work at!”

She thought she was the only one that used to do that to her brother Jordan. "So Lydia…Tell me about this Lorenzo guy", Lorraine indulged "He is an exceptional brilliant actor. The best actor from Italy if I dare say. He has kind eyes, and arms that seem like they are made of meadows. Hair as smooth as a baby's bottom", "Really Lydia? You can see me eating can't you?", Elena said scrunching her face in disgust and then turned sharply to Lorraine "No hard feelings," she said and took another bite "Basically, Lorenzo Tribbiani is as if Cleopatra herself made sweet love to Aries and birthed a baby that was half god, half man", Lydia said and gazed at the ceiling, picturing Lorenzo in her head.

I could sense it in the way his jaw clenched and his breathing shifted, deeper and more controlled, as if he fought to keep his reaction hidden. Lorenzo rose slowly from the cushions, his tall frame unfolding with deliberate grace. He crossed the small space between us and stood directly in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. The scent of him — clean soap mixed with a faint trace of whiskey and something darker, more masculine — wrapped around me and made my stomach flutter. "How did you know about Mrs. Maria?" he asked, his voice low and rough, laced with careful curiosity. "Did you remember her?"

“Name. First.” He pivoted—one hand on his hip, a pose that somehow looked natural on him. “Julian Northwood. Five years as Dante’s assistant. Architect of his schedule. His savior in crisis.” His smile turned genuine. “And tonight, your fairy godmother. A pleasure, Elena. Now—can we please move before the deadline kills me?” She shook his hand. The grip was firm. Controlled. Surprising. “Lorenzo warned me about a ‘little god’ in this mansion.”

I demanded, reaching for it. His gaze dropped to mine, sharp and slicing. “Why are you even smiling over these stupid videos. You’re even blushing. And for what? For this wannabe pretty boy? Pathetic.” I gasped. “Excuse me? Byeon Woo-seok is not some wannabe pretty boy, okay? For your information, he’s a famous K-drama actor. He’s handsome, talented… and he’s my husband!” Lorenzo went still, his jaw tightening. His eyes turned dangerously colder.

I opened my mouth to curse at him, but I was interrupted by a distinct voice with an accent. "È passato tanto tempo, Valentina!(It’s been a long time Valentina!)" Lorenzo said as he stepped into the booth. I shook my head, smiling. Lorenzo owned Santa Philip. He was a tall, well built man. His muscles stood out in his tight t-shirt and leather jacket. His dark hair was neatly messy. His face was sharp and defined, with a light stubble. He was quite handsome. I stood up and gave him a quick hug. "È passato troppo tempo, testa di cazzo!(It’s been way too long, dickhead!) "

I excused myself from the table and Lorenzo and Carlos followed. In my office, the whiskey burned down my throat as Carlos leaned back, feet on the edge of my desk. Lorenzo stood against the window, silent as stone. “Who would’ve thought?” Carlos said, his grin wide. “Giovanni Moretti, the first one to get tied down.” “Hmm.” Lorenzo’s grunt was low. “You’ve been out of sorts all damn evening, princess,” Carlos prodded him. “Shut the fuck up before I put you in the ground,” Lorenzo shot back.

Fierce in action but friendly by heart. Mr. Lorenzo De Steffano is an Italian billionaire who owns several companies, hotels and businesses. It was his second visit to the town. "Asher!"Lorenzo calls out to his son. "Dad, I'll be with you soon. I just want to get some clothes on", Asher responded. He was Lorenzo's only living child. His siblings were killed in a plane crash traveling to Japan after their father asked them not to. It was a bitter experience for his family. Asher was his third child. His wife, Helen was very much alive but never really stayed with the family. She spent time touring. Currently, she is in Brazil having a fun time.

6'0 Lorenzo:Younger twin.Fun ,loving and a prankster.His good at hacking.Overproctective of his younger siblings but mostly Alessa.6'0 Vincent:Their Dad.45 years old.Cold, ruthless,mean, unmerciful and current mafia don.Loves all his children but mostly Alessa and also has a soft spot only for her.Would do anything to make Alessa happy and supper overprotective of her.Values family the most

Today, shouldn't be different. Lorenzo stepped out from the corridor, drawing his attention towards me. His hands were tucked in his pockets. He'd switched outfits and I'd say, he looked heavenly in his diamond-studded watch, expensive leather sleeves and trousers which even though his six packs were well hidden in the heavy clothing, it was still visible in my eyes how broad and defined he was as a man. My mouth watered as I looked away. "Dress up... We're leaving." He said sternly.