Demetri Twilight Novels & Stories

“It is my annual event. The very richest of the rich. The wealthiest people in the world. You know, you’re very lucky to attend MY gala. People would give their left tit to come. Anyway, you will be my date to the gala, Eden. And after the gala, you will shift into your wolf and I will have my way with her.” I was speechless. Murietta had already left with Adrian. What would she think of this? Nothing, probably. Chances are, she was probably used to this type of behaviour. Demetrius was the type of man who just took whatever he wanted. He had no morals and no ethical code. He was an entitled, arrogant, asshole. One month. That would give us time. Maybe we could find a way out of here. No. Sc

POV: DIMITRI The bed was warm, and Eve was warm against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing steady and deep with sleep. Dimitri lay awake in the pre-dawn darkness of the penthouse, watching the city begin to wake below them. It was 5:47 AM. The kind of hour when the world was still quiet and peaceful.

“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?”

She was the real life Spencer Hastings from Pretty Little Liars I tell ya. After falling silent since I didn't know what to say to the truth, she shook her head. "You know what, we got you. You aren't getting in to any trouble tonight because we're going to make sure you're back ASAP. Right girls?" She ended, looking at Zara and Nance for support who obviously eagerly nodded. I grinned, "Thanks guys..." I trailed off, realising I had no clue how to get away from Jason's home without being seen.

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

to him in the most somber tone that has ever left her mouth. Demetrius suddenly beamed with evil delight as he clapped his hands together, a sense of victory swam about in his eyes before turning and strutting away. “Wonderful, I will get my guards to escort you both up to a more suitable sleeping chamber. This human will stay with you throughout you’re incubating period as he is part of your staple diet, and once that thing has sprung from you they can both be gone and I will finally be able to take you into my bed,” He beamed. And I felt a shudder go through her as she pushed her face further into my chest, and all I could do was hold onto her.

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

Seeing Leo’s name on the screen, she frowned slightly before answering. His voice was slurred and indistinct. Clearly, he had been drinking heavily. “Tara… come… pick me up… take me… home.” She could hear loud music blaring in the background. “Where are you?” she asked. “Maj… Majestic Nightclub, private room 88,” he mumbled. Tara replied calmly, “Alright.” She quickly got out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt. After a moment of thought, she picked out a pair of black crystal earrings and put them on before heading out.

**Flashback 1 hour ago** The one called Demitri looks like the walking dead , I can see he is basically her number two . He holds a lot of power with these men. I don't know the story but I will definitely find out in time . Lyra has taken herself outside , I can see her through the patio doors she's just sitting looking into her drink . She looks tired , I don't want to push myself onto her. I know she has a lot on her mind at the moment . Demitri walks over to me , he hands me a glass with gold liquid i can tell its bourbon . I accept the class , he holds up his own glass of what I think is blood infused vodka , the same Lyra drinks .

Suddenly the light went off, and in one empty white wall fell a light, turning into a picture afterwards. A picture of me and Dimitri on the first day we met. I had no idea when he took it, but from the look of it, I could easily imagine him screenshotting it from the CCTV footage in his office. Awe! "It was the day I met the one for me." Dimitri's deep, masculine voice echoed throughout the room, and I looked around frantically, trying to spot him, but there was not a sign. Where was he talking from? "She was so beautiful, I had to literally fight myself to tear my gaze away and maintain my demeanor." Another picture slid up, and it was from a couple days after my joining, in a meeting.