Lorenzo Zurzolo Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Lorenzo snarled. He dropped heavily onto the sofa, dragging a hand through his dark hair while rage practically rolled off him in waves. Even I felt uneasy watching him. A low growl vibrated deep in his chest, rough and dangerous. “Whoever ordered that maid to go near my children is going to pay for it.” I slowly stood from my seat. “Let me speak to her.” Lorenzo immediately looked up at me. His eyes were still dark with fury. “You need to calm down,” I said carefully. “And please do not kill that poor girl. She’s clearly under some kind of spell. We still don’t know whether she actually hates us or if someone forced her to go after Luca and Sofia.”

Andrew steps in, hijacking the conversation and giving me a moment to breathe. I turn away as he continues talking with Lorenzo, stepping quietly out the door. I inhale sharply as the door closes softly behind me, gulping in air with my hand to my chest. What was that? Lorenzo Black isn’t Lucien Moretti. I would’ve recognized those green eyes from a mile away. The thin white scar on his face looks old too and his hair…too brown to be the black my fingers ran through that night in Barcelona. Then it hits me.

"Boss, this is the list of men with the same name as Spike Horrel but we've got a problem. How can we identify him among those biographies and photos? We don't even have the slightest inkling of his features. I'm in a bit of a bind." Lorenzo inspected it all over. He studied each photo with intensity with his head cocked to the side. "You've done well. I'll take care of the rest. You can go now. Keep your guard up. Anything can happen at any time." He said but it was more like a foretold warning. Arrow bowed and dismissed himself. As soon as he was out, Lorenzo stood up, took the script and left the room. He climbed the stairs and stopped at Sophie's door. He took a deep breath before knocki

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

I just whished it was Herveaux and not him. "Who Derrick or Herveaux? I am surprised you can still talk," he responded still frolicking. "Wait, you know the both of them? Why did you pretend not to?" "You questions are getting too much, but you’re too hot for me to get turned off by mere questions," Lorenzo replied. He opened up my zips and pulled down my dress. Only mystery can save me now. I was down to just my lingerie. "I heard there are many cute wolf girls, this is my first time sleeping with one so I’ll take my time," Lorenzo whispered.

If I covered my tracks and pinned the blame elsewhere, someone else would come into power, someone easier to control. “This one here won a girl off of me last week, but you know how easily Hael gets bored. If he doesn’t break his toys, he throws them away first. Something tells me you’re different, though. Am I right, sweetness?” Lorenzo said slyly. There was a delighted tilt to his lips that crumbled the last of my impatience. I dropped Violet’s wrist and with the tiniest shred of strength and speed, had Lorenzo’s preening ass pinned against the wall. Every shard of his pathetic boy-ish charm drained from his face. There was nothing left of the man that tried to slither in and take what was

“I have to get a coffee before History of Magiks. I’ll see you in High Magiks right, Loren?” “Why don’t you have it with us?” Loren tried. “You still have twenty minutes before class.” Zora gave her a sad smile and shook her head. “I need it to keep me caffeinated during class. But Magiks, yeah?” “Yeah,” Loren mumbled. Zora grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She gave Loren one final smile before setting off to dispose of her garbage. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Loren jabbed Maximus in the shoulder. He missed his mouth with his spoon as a result, flopping eggs into his lap. He turned to stare at Loren. Her scowl was bitter.

I ask, my voice cautious. "Yes, yes, I’m fine. Is there a reason why you think I’m not okay?" He raises a brow, acting perfectly normal, but I can see that something is not right. Before I can react, Lorenzo scoops up a large handful of flour and pours it all over my head, rubbing it on my face. I freeze, my mouth dropping to the floor. "What the hell?" He steps back and scrutinizes me as if admiring his handiwork. "Now you look so perfect and beautiful."

Cringing as he heard its rusty hinges grating. He was shocked to see the sorcerer, Lofan, sitting inside whittling on his piece of wood. A face and form had begun to shape in the shavings. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He said in that strange echoing voice that nearly sounded like ti came to Zier’s ears from under water. Zierno eyed him. Feeling his gut tightening as his instincts told him something was wrong here. “Your things are in the corner.” He gestured to the far side of the hut absentmindedly. Not bothering to look up.