Novel & Cerita Demetrius Desmond

His jaw went slack. “That… that would work, Luna,” he murmured, his voice thick with disbelief. “It would require a daring force, but it would shatter their momentum.” It was at that moment the doors to the dining hall swung open with a powerful authority that had no need for a knock. King Demetrius Klein entered. He strode into the room, his long coat swirling around him, his expression an intense mask of cold assessment. He was framed by Rhys, his ever-present Beta. Demetrius had clearly come for General Oris’s report and Lady Anya’s horrified assessment.

comes Samantha's voice from a wall of screens. "This is the our boss" Damian asks with broken English as he takes a seat on one of the very expensive gamer chairs I had delivered. "Her name is Demitria but prefers to be called Demi she has asked that you go through the base, wear houses and mansion setting up all new state of the art security with palm readers for all restricted areas" I pass out the packets I put together for them. “You will all be sworn in by blood, this is to insure your ties to the family and your loyalty to her.” I say after everyone has their packets.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"William was my mate, but he never treated me as one. Instead, he chose to impregnate my friend and marry her. I was content with you, Dean, and despite everything, I want to be your Luna, your mate, and your love." Silence enveloped the surroundings, and then Dean rose from his seat, walking towards me. His hands gently placed on mine as he locked eyes with me. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was upset when I realized everything you did was a lie, and it made me angry. Williams has been my friend for many years. After he was cursed and turned into a beast, we had to separate; otherwise, I'd become a beast too. I later discovered he was already cursed, but I was too busy to see him. The day I

He cried out and rolled away from her, curling into a miserable ball. "Get up." Charlotte grasped his arm and jerked him to his feet. Gone was the self-assured and cherubic man I'd met, the confident and angelic leader of the misguided Chosen of the Light. Instead he trembled in fear, hunched forward, clutching the ribs Charlotte damaged. "Tell them." The weregirl grasped him by the chin, her wolf eyes locked on his face. His voice wavered as he spoke, but he was clearly understandable. "I am Demitrius Strong, and Batsheva Moromond is my mistress."

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

They prefer digging their toes into an affair they weren't called to partake in. The smile was constant on his face, "Desmond is the name. Desmond Norman. C.E.O of Norman Logistics." A smirk appeared on my lips. He was just some logistics guy and he was busy acting corky. The more I know about him. The more he didn't deserve to be close to Naomi.

No one was allowed to call him pathetic. It all happened in a flash, I lunged for him before I could even think about my actions, someone was talking about Damon, they were insulting him, his family and everything I loved. I was a great fighter, but Demetri was arguably double my size, I didn’t care. I got a good few swings at his face, I hit him as hard as I could, once, twice, three times my fists connected with his jaw, everyone was cheering me on when all of a sudden there was a crack, Demetri managed to get one full swing at me, my nose was definitely broken, but I wasn’t worried. I would have my mom reset it and my wolf healing would kick in and you’d never know, I was on the floor and

His presence sent a shiver down my spine, and I braced myself for whatever torment he had in store for me. "Well, well, well," Demetrius sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look who's awake. Did you enjoy your little nap, Naomi?" I mustered all the strength I had left and met his gaze, defiance burning in my eyes. "You can try to break me, Demetrius, but I will never surrender. I will fight for my freedom until my last breath." Demetrius laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh, Naomi, how naive you are. Do you think your words hold any weight? You are at my mercy, and your resistance is futile."