Anastasia #dimitri Novels & Stories

My limbs were like liquid, unable to be moved. “Sleep tight, Malyshka.” Dimitri whispers softly before covering me to my ears with the bedding. I fall into a deep dreamless sleep, a little reprieve from my cruel reality. ___________________________ DIMITRI'S POV I step out of the room, shutting the door quietly, the smile dying on my lips. I had to keep up a facade if I ever wanted Anya to trust me. And it seems I'm almost halfway there. I walk back to my office, the thought of my very exclusive whiskey being more appealing than it should be.

Nonnia says. He turns to Nonnina. “Why do that when I have my gun?” “You are mad.” Dimitra says, shaking her head as she pulls her plate closer. “Anastasia is my friend and yours now. And you are the one that refused to go to therapy for the scene with your boogie. She's not her mother.” “You can't understand.” He says, starting to get annoyed.

He says nothing. Anastasia was stiff in my grip. “Nikolai, this is Dimitri. He’s worked for my grandmother since we were children. He’s an old friend.” I didn't let go, I wasn't planning on doing that. I tilted my head, looking at Dimitri like a man examining a stray dog. “Old friend.” I repeated the words slowly, wearing a faint, unpleasant smile. “How old, exactly?” Dimitri looked calm and polite, but I could see the way his jaw tightened as I grabbed her waist.

"And congratulations on Anastasia's healing certification. Dimitri told me she passed all her examinations." "Thank you," I said, beaming with pride. "She's a natural, just like I knew she would be. Already better than I was at her age." "Mama, stop embarrassing me." Anastasia groaned, but she was smiling as she helped Seraphina unpack the basket. Dinner was loud and wonderful, with children talking over each other and adults trying to have conversations that kept getting interrupted by requests for more food or someone tattling on someone else. Dimitri sat at the head of our table like he belonged there, because in many ways he did. He was the brother who had taken Mikhail and I in when no

“Your husband has requested for you.” Anastasiya’s expression flickers with annoyance before smoothing into perfect poise. “Of course.” She turns to me, hesitation clear in her eyes. “Will you be alright?” I nod, aware of Tavin and Matvey standing ready. “Go. I’ll be fine.” She squeezes my hand once more before gliding away, her pale blue gown disappearing around the corner like mist. The moment she’s gone, I feel Dimitri’s attention focus on me with unnerving intensity.

“What are you doing?” Anastasia hissed. “Dmitri is fully Russian, not American.” “How are you so sure about that?” I asked, turning to Anastasia. Her eyes widened, darting between me and Mikhail. Seems like she has opened something that was meant to be closed.

At some points, there were also rumours saying that Ashton was actually gay and hated women. Truthfully, he was just a guy who was obsessed to find that one woman who had the perfect body measurements according to the Golden Ratio number, which was considered to be the most visually pleasing measurement. That one woman who could fit the Ancient Greek beauty formula and have her body figure visually pleasing as if the body of a Greek goddess. That was the obsession that he gained after Layla left him.

Dimitri held on a moment longer, then reluctantly let go. "Hi, everyone," said a woman as she approached us, and slipped a hand around Dimitri's waist. I recognized Summer from all the business meetings I had attended with Dimitri. I sighed inwardly, plastered a big smile on my face. "Dimitri, why didn't you introduce your beautiful fiancée earlier? You both look perfect together."

I didn't expect that her daughter was a bitch. "Maxximo is different so please respect him"Anastasia said. "Ohhh,my future step dad"she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Anyway mom,I want to spend time with you before I go back to America but I don't think you also missed me,"she added. "I miss you so much Marga and I'm happy to see you,"Anastasia said. "Well,I will go swimming first. Take your time mom"she winked and smiled sarcastically. I looked at Anastasia to see her reaction but she just shook her head and smiled sparingly.

DENVER Anastasia is fast asleep, and I can’t stop staring at her. She looked so disturbed when she saw Sandra’s call. And to make her feel at peace, I declined Sandra’s calls, whispering to her that she doesn’t have to worry anymore about Sandra or anyone. And I owe Sandra nothing; it's not compulsory to take her calls. I meant every word I said to Anastasia. I chose her, and I will continue to choose her for the rest of my life. There is no other option aside from being with her.