Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Vampire Diaries

He stared at Adrian…this pathetic, jealous, broken man who had tried to destroy everything. "I love Louis and you can never understand that…I’m not obsessed with him, I genuinely love him” “You're not worth it," Lorenzo said quietly. "You're not worth the blood on my hands. But it's not over. I'll find Louis, and then I'll come after you to make your life miserable." He let go. Adrian crumpled to the floor. Lorenzo walked out without looking back. ********** It was less than nine hours to the wedding. Past midnight. The moon hung low and cold in the sky.

Dante echoed, nearly stumbling with the effort. Lorenzo leaped like a rabbit drunk on joy. “I’m hit! I’m hit! But I shall rise—as an unstoppable zombie!” Their mothers laughed. Maria Salvatore in pale blue, Sophia Moretti shaking her head with bottomless affection, Elektra Russo elegant in white—until her own laughter cracked through the composure she always carried. At the grill, Victor Salvatore, Roberto Moretti, and Enzio Russo wielded tongs like surgical instruments, arguing heatedly about steak doneness as though lives depended on it.

"The King... transferred his soul into my body before the Gate opened! I am the vessel! Lorrie, kill me! KILL ME NOW!" "I won't!" Lorrie cried out, tears raining onto his dark, bulging veins. "I won't kill you again!" "Mother, move back!" Elena shouted, extending her hands to draw a protective ward. "NO!" Lorrie screamed, wrapping her arms around Lorenzo’s neck, pressing her forehead tightly against his as the black veins reached his eyes. "Look at me, Lorenzo! Look at your wife! Fight him!" Lorenzo’s body convulsed violently, his hands gripping Lorrie’s waist with desperate, painful force. For one fleeting second, his human eyes broke through the darkness, filled with an overwhelming, shatt

Lorenzo didn’t deny it. He lifted the chalice. Poured something inside it. Not wine. Blood. His own. Fresh from a self-inflicted vein tap. “This is the code,” he said. “Bound to my DNA. Synced to one voice.” Maria frowned. “Aria’s?” Lorenzo shook his head. “No. Emilio’s.” Maria's breath caught. “He’s still a child.” “So was I,” Lorenzo replied. “When I learned and watched how my father died.” ~~~~~~~~~~

Taking out some notes, she slips them into the back pocket of her jeans, grabs her coat, sets the alarm, and leaves. ************** *LORENZO* “What?” splutters Carla. “You? In love?” “And why would that be so improbable?” I note that she doesn’t continue her line of questioning about “gangsters.” “Lorenzo, the only thing you love is your dick.” “That’s not true!”

As soon as she mumbled these last words to herself, Ray immediately teleported himself to where she was. "What did you say right now? Did you say ``many strings attached?" He asked, looking directly into her face. His intention is to make her fall in love with him so that she wouldn't hate him when she finds out that he was a Vampire. He has been a loner all his life and doesn't even know how to make a woman fall in love. He would definitely have a tough time.l He could still remember vividly some time ago when Jasper took him to a party for women hunting. It means to hunt for women to fuck.

I whispered, my voice broken. “Maybe,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against my neck. “But I’m your monster, Bella. And I’m never letting you go.” The weight of his words crashed over me, suffocating, final. I was his, and there was no escaping it. Lorenzo’s hands slid down my body, pulling the lace fabric higher, exposing more of me than I was ready to give. But he didn’t care. He never cared. He wanted me raw, vulnerable, broken.

I ask and from the way, my parents' faces light up they believe that I don't know what they're talking about. "Honey, are you sure you didn't know Rene is a vampire?" "I. . . I don't know what you're talking about, what do you mean vampire? Vampires don't exist." I look at all of them. "right?" "They do." Mr. Lorenzo says, his husky voice startling me. I don't think I've ever heard him speak, he's always quiet. He's tall, with dark hair, and a dark bushy beard. He's muscular, very muscular I used to be scared of him when I was a kid, but now I'm not. I know he's older than me but I can take him any day. "And your friend is one."

But Damien was unaware that the woman he loves and Orlean are planning something bad on him And on the day of their wedding, Faviona gifted Damien a necklace as a sign of her love for him. But that necklace was from the fangs of the oldest werewolf, Arian. Arian is the queen of werewolves. She is the most powerful werewolf in their history. Even though she is very old, she still doesn't die easily because her life depends on her sharp fangs. No one knows how her fangs became powerful because even Arian does not know where its power came from.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.