Lorenzo Zurzolo Height Novels & Stories

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

The lecturer looked at the door and wondered what was going on. "Please come in." Zorion came in from the door. However, he was not alone. Zorion didn't need an introduction. He was handsome and dignified. As for the one behind him? He was about 1.8 meters tall, which was comparable to Zorion's height. However, he was much more handsome than Zorion, especially with that attractive set of eyes. It could make any heart skip a beat at first sight. But then again, everyone from the Richards family was good-looking. Both the men and the women were. However, the most handsome one of them all had to be Santiago.

Lorenzo shrugged as he entered the car. “Do you always have an answer for everything I say?” I asked as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You plan on bullying me into silence?” Lorenzo asked, making me scoff. “You’re what? Nearly seven feet tall and you’ve got over 150 pounds on me. What do you mean by bullying you into silence?” “That’s not the bone of contention, Talia. You’re diverting and trying to gaslight me again.” “What do you mean by again?” I scowled, my eyes fixed on the road ahead.

he huffed, talking from what I guessed was the walk-in closet, because I heard drawers opening and closing and hangers shifting. I stayed on my side, propping my head on my hand, taking the room in now that the walk-in closet light was on, brightening it a little. It looked masculine. Dark wood everywhere. Lorenzo’s serious, minimalist vibe. This had to be his room in the forest villa. A few minutes later, he came out in loose black pants, a light blue shirt hanging open as he tugged the waistband up over his hips. “And about Luca and his whore, I plan to handle it soon. Maybe even today, depending on how things go.”

To be honest, I had never seen any car except my father’s, and it was not as beautiful as this one. Lorenzo was dressed in what they called a two-piece tailored suit I had read in a book: black trousers, a black suit jacket, and the inner one with a few buttons, over a white shirt. He looked handsome. Before now, I had never truly looked at him. He was ridiculously tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. He was so much bigger than me that if I stood behind him, you wouldn’t even be able to see me. Even in my heels, I did not reach his shoulder blade.

They both begged, crumbling in there knees in panic. "There was a boy-" Adrian sputtered with his eyes shut. "He looks exactly like you, young master!" Lorenzo curiousity piqued. He rose up to his six foot four length and strolled casually to the window. "A boy?" He thought to himself, before turning back to the two men. "How old is he?" "Around five years." Lorenzo felt his blood grow cold, his heart picked a bit. Could it be that the woman whom he slept with five years had a son for him?

His gaze flickered toward me, but he said nothing as he made his way down. Lorenzo descended the stairs, dressed sharply in a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down to his narrow waist. His presence filled the space like a storm, dark and brooding. His jet-black hair was styled neatly. As he reached the bottom step, my gaze involuntarily swept over him, landing on the intricate tattoos that crawled up his neck and disappeared into the collar of his crisp white shirt. A small part of me wondered what else was concealed beneath the layers of his shirt. The way he moved—confident, unhurried—made it impossible not to admire him, though I hated myself for even thinking tha

“Hey Silver, come join us” She has been gawking at Dante that she didn't know when he called her and made the whole family acknowledge her present. “Sure”. Silver eyes lit up as she snapped out of her thoughts. She looked around, scanning for an empty seat as some of the chairs had been occupied with her chubby dad seating next to her mom and lorenzo seating next to Dante. She caught Lorenzo, simpering at her when their eyes met and she returned it by glaring at him. Lorenzo is just the kind of guy that could charm any woman with his brownish hazel eye color. He is skinny but he's the type that one could refer to as hot; as he has thick muscles that match with the size of his shoulder and a

"I’ll give it a try." Standing in her flat slippers, Anna, at 165 cm, barely reached his height of nearly 190 cm. Even when tying his tie, she had to look up at him. Lorenzo cooperated by leaning down, making it easier for her to loop the tie around his neck and tie a perfect Windsor knot. "Done." She carefully adjusted it before patting it lightly. Seeing her nervousness, a few beads of sweat gathering on her nose, he smiled. "It looks beautiful."

Me: Your cousin is here… I delete that too. Also too much. Before I could decide on a third attempt, I hear the bathroom door open. Footsteps sounded in the hall, coming toward the bedroom. I looked up just as Lorenzo appeared in the doorway. And my breath catches in my throat. He’d shucked his suit pants and dress shirt. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His hair was slightly damp, tousled from towel-drying it. The light from the hallway carved out the defined planes of his chest, the hard lines of his abdomen, the powerful slope of his shoulders. He looked less like a businessman and more like a fallen angel, all effortless gra