A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

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

If you need stability during this time, you know how to reach me. I clenched my jaw. Dimitri noticed. “Do you want me to take your phone for now?” “Please,” I whispered, handing it to him. He took it gently. “I’ll keep it on silent.” The funeral day arrived faster than I expected. I dressed slowly, feeling like each button I fastened drained me more. Dimitri knocked on my door. “It’s time.” I nodded and followed him out. When we arrived at the cemetery, I saw more people than I expected. Many business partners from the Dykstra company. Some were family friends. A few neighbors.

he explained. Luca exhaled loudly. “Alright. We'll sort out the bodies of our guys, and transport them home at the first light of dawn to give them a proper send-off. Meanwhile–” “I can't do this shit.” Dimitri said in the middle of his orders, and walked away. Luca paused, watching him leave in anger. “Boss, is everything okay with Dimitri?” “It'll be,” Luca replied. “Come help me upstairs, will you?” Peter followed Luca, and by the time they returned to the room, they found the girl almost choking to death.

Rafael shuddered under Dimitri's fearful gaze, he immediately let go of me, trying to make an escape but was stopped by Dimitri. Dimitri claws clutch his throat, crushing tight against his windpipes, Rafael's face was bright red. "How dare you!!! Kidnap my mate! Touch what is mine!!!" Dimitri growled at Rafael as he squirmed trying to set himself free from Dimitri's hold but it was a futile attempt. "P-please forgi--" Rafael wasn't even given the chance to finish his sentence before Dimitri plumaged his hand right through Rafael's chest, ripping out his bloody heart. Rafael's body fell limp on the ground, his eyes staring wide open into the night sky.

He led me past places I hadn’t explored yet—through an old side passage, out a heavy iron door, and soon the estate fell away behind us. We walked until the ground changed beneath my feet, the gravel crunching softly, until I realized where we were. A cemetery. My steps slowed. Dimitri stopped in front of a single grave. I crouched behind a stone marker, watching as he stood there in silence. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. I strained my eyes to see the name carved into the stone. Whose grave was it? A wife? No Dimitri didn’t have one before me.

Dimitri looked around and saw no one was watching and she had come to a halt just before the forest. “I have my eyes on her” He whispered, on a call with Mr Henderson who sighed a breath of relief. “Get her for me” He ordered and in a split second, Dimitri leapt out of the forest and grasped Sofia’s neck, burying her head in a plastic bag.

"Bring it in." Two of the guards left and returned a moment later carrying a coffin. "What the hell is that?" I demanded. "A coffin," Dimitri said calmly. "For my son." "Your son is not dead!" I screamed. "Not yet," Dimitri agreed. "But soon. And when he dies, he'll need a proper burial. I'm simply being prepared." The soldiers set the coffin down in the hallway just outside the door. "You are crazy," I cursed. "Victor is still breathing. His heart is still beating. You have no right to bring that thing here!"

Then another. Sable was protecting Alexei and also fighting the operatives who tried to reach them. His movements weren't graceful. They were desperate and effective. He was fighting like someone who'd finally figured out what mattered. The scarred operative was bleeding. Badly. She knew she was losing. As she went down, she said something that changed everything: "Dimitri's already gone. The cathedral collapsed on him. He never made it out. This is just us following orders from a dead man."

“Likes cosplay.” I read the line aloud and burst out laughing. Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable. From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit. There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice. The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer. A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby. Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin. Our Lord lay silently inside. He looked in his twenties.

“Unfortunately, the bodies of Armando and his son are not in the cemetery.” “It wasn’t their tomb we were looking for,” I said. “Whose then?” “I don’t understand why you’re so interested in what we did here,” I said. “We don’t want difficulty here, and Ranzel or my pals have nothing to do with your issue with Mama and me.” “You’re so arrogant, Damon,” Dimitri said. “What cockiness did I show?” “Maybe you thought I forgot what you did to me after I went to your house,” Dimitri said.