Andreas Dermanis Novels & Stories

Ah, I'm curious what expression Demian's face is now. "Well, what are you looking at?" I immediately lifted my head, looking at Andreas who was already standing next to me. He also stared ahead, or rather at Demian who was getting further away. "You're staring at that musical genius?" Andreas asked. "You know him?" "I think almost everyone knows him. He hangs around quite often on television stations that broadcast music competitions.” "Oh.." I mumbled softly. Duh, looks like I'm the only one who doesn't pay much attention to him. I think he was a person who wasn't very famous in high school and only became famous once he started his music career professionally.

Andreas is standing in as my best man and he’s waiting in the bar in a suit along with Moon and Gomez. Moon buys a round of expensive tequila and we all take a shot. “You sure about this?” Moon asks with a grin. “Yes.” I can’t make jokes right now. This is something I never thought would happen to me. “He needs a woman to keep his temper in check,” Andreas tosses out. I give him what I hope is a convincing smile because my insides are threatening to explode. “She’ll keep you in check too. The bandage doesn’t come off until she says it does.”

She blinked looking up and trying to control her racing heart, staring up at the ceiling before supporting herself on her elbows and peering through her thick eyelashes. She didn’t need to look, though to know who it was. She had been in the arms of this man for long enough now, for her brain to register his scent. He smelled expensive and exquisite, but that didn’t change her opinions about him. He was a cold-blooded murderer, period. Andreas had been to an important meeting after he brought Lise home with him. His manipulation and trauma that Lise had gone through made her unresponsive while he had dragged her from her house and shoved her into his car.

The air went cold, and the frantic chatter of the tailors died out in a heartbeat. Andreas stood in the doorway. He looked terrifying. He wasn't wearing a coat anymore, just a white dress shirt that was almost entirely soaked through with dark, wet blood. It was smeared across his face and neck, and his knuckles were split open. His eyes were blown out, dark and wild, fixed straight on me. "Out," Andreas said. It wasn't a loud shout. It was a low, vibrating command that made the hair on my arms stand up. "But Mr. Lionel, we aren't finished with the—" Remy started, his voice trembling.

Andras directed his thoughts in the right direction, in his opinion, and sank back into the chair, watching his assistant again climb the golden stepladder and throw another check into a transparent cube suspended from the ceiling of the hall. If the demon considered the car dealership his hobby, then the organization of a charitable foundation was almost the first source of income. Naive earthlings are ready to save anyone, it is enough to show them a couple of pitying shots with emaciated animals or barefoot children - and substitute a bag for money. "Master, she's here!" One of the demons serving Andras was signaling excitedly, pointing down with his index finger. - Take your finger away.

he murmured as he walks past me, and opened the door, letting me go through first, before he closes it behind him. He walks to my side as he reaches out for my hand and we walk together, hand in hand. Andrea saw us, and she approached us, looking apprehensive. “Mr. Demakis, I’m sorry about this mor—”. Stavros just waves his hands off to dismiss it. “If a certain Aurelius Pazzini called, let him know I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he ordered coldly. “Yes, sir,” she replied and turned her back on us, and back to her office.

“Would it be A, Chris Holt, your longest director friend?” The manager stood from the bed and exaggeratedly flung her arms in the air as if pointing at a big screen behind her. “Or B, Cooper Lambert, the poor guy who shattered your shoulder.” Ren wriggled her eyebrows at her friend. Andrea giggled in response. “Maybe C, Ren, the mystery guy who stole my name. And is clearly smitten by your charms.” “Or D, Adams who is by far the worst person on the planet,” she said the rest in an uninterested manner. She went back to Andrea’s side to take a seat. “I promised not to trash-talk that asshole ever again, but he’s making it hard not to.”

I say as I walk over to him and give him my hand, and he grabs my forearm to heave himself up. “Easy for you to fucking say,” he grumbles, and I can’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “What happened to the non-violent, peaceful Dimitri?” I ask, but he simply gives me a huff as a response. I shake my head; Dimitri truly is a drama queen. He should have been a damn woman instead. “Follow me,” Andreas says after a while. He leads us towards the largest place in the middle, which I am assuming is Fenriz’ mansion. We pass what looks like a smaller version of the Roman Colosseum on the way there.

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista