Demetri Twilight Novels & Stories

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Demetra sneered and said, "What are you talking about? When it comes to this world, everything is about trade-offs. If you encounter someone insincere, then it all ends up in vain. Even though I don't have much of a background, I can at least do unto others as they do unto me. It was like that with Greensource Corp, and it will be like that with you too." Demetra was a B level assassin from Greensource Corp, and Wilbur had already gotten information about him from Layla. Demetra was originally an orphan in Cherrytopia but was later brought over for cultivation due to his talent for becoming an assassin. Wilbur said thoughtfully, "Then what about you and Miyah? Is there really nothing else in

Demetri roared, stomping into the kitchen, "Stop spreading shit about me! I fed it once! And now it's all over twitter!" "The hash tag's #Demetristweety," Zane burst out laughing, "It's trending." "How the hell did that even happen?" I reached for my phone in my back pocket then realized it was out in the living room. Where was his publicist, Niall? He was paid to keep shit from exploding like that. Demetri pointed at Zane. "He made it happen. Have I mentioned how much I hate when this guy's not touring? Too much damn free time."

It's quiet and calm as only a few men walk the perimeter inside and out. I head to the kitchen for a bottle of water when I hear a soft voice behind me as I open the fridge. "My my my, what hours are these to be coming home future husband" I close the fridge and turn around to see Demitria sitting on the kitchen counter in a short ass pair of shorts and a small cami top eating ice cream in the dark.

Oh crap. "I'll make you one, a crystal, the perfect one. Kill Belaisle, kill them all." Demetrius stood up, hopping around in a circle, one foot to the other. "Make my Mistress the most powerful Mistress in the. Whole. Wide. World." He stopped, stared at me with his manic amber eyes. "Fix me?"

“Can you give me his name and a bit about his appearance so I can confirm that the right one has reached you?” “Sure. His name is Demetri. He has black hair, and his eyes possess the rarest shade of hazel. I am not good at descriptions. Um, this young man looks like a front-page cover model. Is it enough to identify him?” OH MY GOODNESS! Desmond was there in the flesh, and Mom and Mia could see him. I was no longer the only one. “Yes, he is the right one. When did he leave? And what did he say to you?”

I faced Demetri, trying tio see any sort of reaction from him, but his facial expression was neutral and he nodded, humming, “That seemed to happen a lot. But I never thought you all the bad characters you have. I don’t treat a woman the way you treated yours.” I gulped as a fresh pang of pain jolted through my inside as I recalled all tghat I had to endure with Damien. Demetri turned to me and smiled. “I am here now, to mend her heart and give her all the happiness whe would want in the world.” I heaved a deep sigh as I locked eyes with him, mute. He continued, “I think it’s time to reveal the surprise that I have for you.” Damnn it. What the heck was he saying it out loud. What if the surp

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

“We found the house. It’s filled with witches, as you expected, but it’s also got a large number of vampires living there as well. One of our clan heard the name Laris Bevan, but in the context of being mated to a vampire.” I stop, looking at Demetrius whose eyes are twinkling with the bomb he just dropped on me. “Well, isn’t that interesting?” I say, stepping into the library. “Do you have any exciting news that can top that?” he asks. Demetrius loves to one-up me with his news. Usually, I don’t care because he’s the most tenacious man I’ve ever met when it comes to digging up dirt. It’s what he did when he was a human, he would find dirt on interesting people then splash sensationalizing h

Demitri says, his tone a chilling whisper, “it won’t be her breaking your wrist. It’ll be me, and I won’t stop there. I’ll take my time, make sure you feel every second of it. Torturing you to death would be a mercy compared to what I’d actually do.” The man’s eyes widen with terror, his mouth opening as if to plead, but Demitri stands, turning his gaze to the rest of the room. The man mutters a quiet apology, but Demitri ignores it. Demitri's voice rises, cold and commanding, sending a ripple of tension through the club as he addresses everyone watching.