Demetri Volturi Novels & Stories

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Demetrius was seen sitting at strip club in the clan with a stick of tobacco on his lips as he watched three women dance nakedly on the pole. "Nice" He smirked. Clyde walked in the club. The club was usually empty in the day so it was easy to spot Demetrius. "Godfather" Clyde walked to him and bowed. "Clyde, any good news so far?" He asked, puffing out smoke from his lips. "Not yet, we've been on the low key like you ordered us to do. Doctor Von Barrett sent me to inform you that our second prototype for the memory editing project is successfully completed" Clyde said and Demetrius smiled widely.

All this while, with her eyes closed. Lady Demi gasped for air. “H—how'd you get so strong? You could barely breathe before.” Violet felt something prick her neck and her hold on the woman loosened and she fell into a deep sleep. Lady Demi let out a sigh of relief and turned to face Lilly Agatha Senora. “Thank you, your grace.” Lilly entered the room fully and took a look at the patient on the bed. “How is she?” “Honest?” “Yes.” Lilly said.

Ris retorted further, “the Voltura members were only partially caught, I said. This means, some others managed to escape somewhere. The rumor said they had succeeded in entering the First Earth, and the members of the Voltum chased and crushed them. However, no one really believed that the former Voltura members had all been paralyzed, especially the leader of the Voltura. A volt with a Talent Secret like that is very difficult to defeat.” “Why?” Venus asked in surprise. Ris answered more grimly, “Bizura, as we call the Secret Talent volts, is capable of mastering all Talents. However, there is one talent that really dominates, and that becomes their weakness. No one else can know what their

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.

The final. They had organized a big party with all the entrepreneurs from the different Laureti companies. Demetrio had three companies, one for Android and iOS devices and others for apps and video games. Eva was just getting dressed when Demetrio entered the room and slapped her hard on the bottom. "You owe me a rematch," he muttered, arching an eyebrow. Eva smiled and kissed her Italian. She met his gaze with those blue eyes that drove her so crazy. "Mr. Arrogant," she whispered against his lips.

I quickly hurried to Noah's side, linked my arm with his and tried not to cringe when I caught sight of Dimitri's reddened cheek. I said, "Dimitri, this is Noah Hilson, CEO of the famous Hillson group. He was my buddy in college." I gestured towards Dimitri. "Noah, this is Dimitri Wolfgang, the CEO of the Wolfgang group. I work for him." Dimitri bared his teeth in the semblance of a smile. "Valeria here is a good little, hard worker," Dimitri said. I flushed and glared at him, aware of the double meaning of his words.

"Auction. When will it happen?” “Eric says it's about a week from now.” "Where?" "I do not know. Somewhere in Pakistan.” Kudo's questions quickly fell on me. I have no choice but to respond as quickly as possible. Worse, I don't want him to mistake me for procrastinating to come up with a lie - that's what I'm doing. “So, according to Eric and Doretti Raymond, Demitri Balk, also known as Vladek Rostrovich, will be there?”