A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

That old man has spread the news so quick? “I don’t know since when you and the high priest start keeping a tab on me?” Dimitri, now a film star laughed, “Nevertheless, can’t you just find another profession? Of all places, a school? Seriously?” Dimitri was 5 years younger than me. Unlike me, he had found his mate and she died 200 years ago. Being Vampires, we’re obligated to be stuck with one woman until the day we die. After the death of his mate and there’s no sign of reborn, Dimitri became free of the mate whatever and now lives his life to the fullest.

How could you have lived such a miserable life for so long, Viola…" I floated in the air, patting him on his shoulder from afar. I never thought that after revolving my life around Aaron for more than 20 years, the person collecting and dealing with my dead body would turn out to be someone else. Dustin called the funeral home. Then, he took emergency leave from work and made the necessary arrangements. He purchased an extremely pretty urn for me before taking me away from the funeral home. After considering for a long time, he finally decided on the perfect location for my burial ground. It was a very pretty place. It happened to be during the sunflower blooming season, and I was surrounded

When there was no response, she looked over her shoulders, and spotting the older man just behind, she had her attention back on the coffin. Her baby was inside this box, killed by a heartless monster right before her, humiliated, and made a joke of. The Heir to the Bratva killed over a joke, and no one, absolutely no one, was saying anything about it. "You can't continue like this, Larissa" The gruff voice filled the room, the voice of her husband, of the man who betrayed her, "It's been days; this isn't how to mourn." "How to mourn?" she turned, glaring at him, "My son, my only son, is lying inside that..." her words were forced, adding grit to her tone, "Coffin. He is dead, Dimitri; Enzo

The rest was a mystery, just like her death. While the whole world knew of Anton Castello's death as murder, Caterina had died suddenly at quite an early age from a heart attack. “She must have been wonderful—” “Yeah, before she found bliss in a rolled-up dollar bill and white powder and it fucked with more than her senses,” His reply was unexpected, and I didn't know how to react to that other than with silence until it became unbearable and I forced my lips apart again. “Tell me Dimitri, why are you out here? Besides managing Ford Group, what else do you do?” This was something I had always been curious about. Or maybe I just wanted to hear the words from his lips because I knew exactly wh

Broad through the shoulders in a way that had nothing to do with his jacket. He held his glass loosely, barely drinking, dark blue eyes moving across the room with the slow patience of a man who noted everything and reacted to nothing. Dimitri Volkov. In my first life I had seen exactly two photographs. Both coarse. Both taken from a distance by people who understood that getting close was not advisable. The photographs had not prepared me for the reality of him. I told Riley I needed water. She nodded and turned back to the dance floor. I slipped through the crowd.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

The coffin carriers froze. "We saw the lids weren't properly sealed when we set it up that day, so we fixed—" "Bullshit!" Daddy rushed forward and shoved them aside. He bent down to look, only to see a row of densely packed iron nails wedged through the coffin lid, sealing it shut. He froze, too stunned to accept what he saw. "Q-Quick! Pry the nails out! My son is still inside!" The guests around them had no clue what was going on. They simply thought Mommy and Daddy were overwhelmed with grief.

He lay in the lower chambers, a silent testament to the end of an era, an end that had left scars on my soul but also, unexpectedly, paved the way for something new. Dmitri had arrived shortly after, his usual calm demeanor barely masking the tension. He’d handled the assassin with ruthless efficiency, but his gaze kept flicking to Tristan, a silent assessment that eased only when he saw Tristan was truly unharmed. “What about Kuznetsov?” Dmitri asked, his voice low, when we finally stood by the reinforced steel door that led to Vlad’s resting place. The rest of the household was still in an uproar, but this, this final act, needed privacy. Tristan stood beside me, quiet, observant, his hand

Dice: This morning I woke up way early than I planned but when Maestro calls I know to get my ass up and answer. He has been doing his own investigating to find out who has been following us around since we already established they did not know the local drug dealers we took out. Unfortunately we found out the Russians have come back for Dimitri's body so now Maestro and I are on a\our way to meet the man who took Dimitri's place André. Maestro said he will bring Dimitri since he figured they would want him back he paid a local to cremate the man. Now I have the joy of leaving my wife in bed to deal with this mess.

“Do we have any lead on the shooters?” Dmitri entered the room. “Karan, we found a guy. He was hiding in the vicinity when we went to retrieve Vasilly’s body.” Four of the guards carried the coffin to the Hole, where they had buried other Sinners Men. Vasilly wasn’t important or high ranking enough to warrant a ceremonial burial, but he would do the best he could.