Anastasia #dimitri Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t be surprised if one was to claim that they were twins. Only after Seneca’s comment did Dimitri flip his head to check on Rebecca. Of course this meant he saw her knocked out. I looked at him in warning, hoping to calm him down. But deep down I knew it was too late. Dimitri loved Rebecca even if he wasn’t aware of it yet. And seeing her hurt like this would only lead to one thing. In a flash, Dimitri was out of his chains and strangling his sister. Seneca was surprised at first but then she quickly recovered. She easily pushed Dimitri off her with her magic and had him land pretty hard on the concrete floor.

But I almost disregarded them, until a familiar nasally voice chirped up. "Dimitri, can we shift to another table?" My eyes widened as I slowly lifted them up, and right across me sat none other than Dimitri Kingston. His hand was fisted, but I could still see the blood in the curves of his fingers, making my heart ache. Catherine kept nagging him while he glared at everything he looked at, including me. He seemed like he had the same urge inside, yet he stayed put. That's when my eyes fell on the nameplates on the table. It was reserved from before. Could that mean... I glanced at the man beside me. Montero must have donated a fortune to be on this list.

Dimitri Volkov walked through the cathedral like he was walking through his own home. His footsteps echoed off ancient stone. Federal agents positioned themselves at every exit, hands resting on weapons. Victoria stood behind him like a ghost, her face a blank slate that revealed nothing. Anastasia's entire body went rigid. "You haven't aged a day," Dimitri said to her. His voice was soft, which made it more dangerous. "Still beautiful. Still defiant. Still mine." "I was never yours, Dimitri," Anastasia said. Her voice was steady, but her hands were trembling. "I stopped belonging to you the moment I held my daughter."