Novel & Cerita Dimitrescu Daughters Name

"You heard me! Who are you?" I stood taller, a spark of annoyance igniting within me. "I'm Sapphire, Alpha Ragnar's eldest daughter and soon-to-be alpha," I declared proudly. "In case we haven't officially met, I'm your sister-in-law." Dimitri's expression turned unreadable, his eyes glazing over as if lost in thought. He stood there, frozen, his silence deafening. I took a step forward, my voice firm. "Please, before I inform my father of your arrival, you'd best tell me why you're here."

She wanted to smack him in the head but instead chose to avert her gaze for her own sanity. "She is well versed in all the household chores. She will be a great match to commander Elijah," Silver stone's alpha, Dimitri, gushed about his daughter with a pride-puffed chest. Currently, they were sitting at the dining table. Elijah and Amira, Dimitri were sitting on one side, and across from them were Cyrus, Sabrina, and Luna. The King was sitting in the head seat.

I smile darkly. “You helped them abduct my daughter,” Dimitris practically growls; the men in the room shrinking under his energy. All the men except my father, who has kept his eyes on Zephyr this entire time. Probably hoping he suffers in the worst way possible. “Because of you, grown men tortured and brutally raped my little girl. They took her innocence, her hope, HER LIFE!” He screams as his body begins to shake with rage. “Dimitris, you can’t believe a word she says,” Zephyr argues feebly, much to the disgust of everyone in the room.

Darien said. Dimitri locked the door with keys, and went around to face Darien. “Remember me, motherfucker?” The girl, hurdled in a corner like a heap of clothes, vibrated, as her life kept flashing before her over and over again. “Why wouldn't I? Every time I see you, I remember your little sister. Grace was it?” Darien taunted with a sick smile on his face. “It was Sophia, you bastard!” “Aha! Sophia. Sweet little Sophia with the Angel face. I waited until she turned eighteen at least. But I don't know if Matthew did. He liked his women youn–”

Whenever he thought about the King's daughter, there was a storm inside him. - She?- Cassius asked him calmly. - This Demetria. What do we know about her? She is the daughter of the Dragon King. Nothing from his blood can be good. - Devin looked around, but before anyone had a chance to react, Cassius grabbed him and lifted him in the air. - Do you need to be reminded that I share the same blood with my brother? - He asked through his greeted teeth. His eyes shone gold. Devin crossed the line, and he knew about it.

“Just dealing with the new Information. Wilson is my half brother,” “I know, it’s wild,” Dimitri relaxed back in his seat and chuckled. “Your brother is your son-in-law,” I groaned and dropped my face into my palms “Don’t remind me,” Dimitri whistled and laughed softly under his breath. “And your sister-in-law is your step daughter,” I peeked at Margery from the cracks of my fingers and froze at the genuine joy on her face. She chuckled and shook her head. “Darwin is going to have a field day with this,”

"How pathetic can you be, Dimitri, blaming an innocent girl for something she had no control over." My father flinched but straightened his back, trying to regain control of the situation. "You must be mistaken, Alpha King," he said, his voice wavering. "I have two daughters. It was my eldest, Demetria, who was meant to be your mate. Not her." He pointed at me with a sneer. "She stole what was rightfully her sister’s." The words echoed in the silence, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Simply looking at these flowers will uplift your spirits and send you good energy from another plane of existence. Which I believed is partly true. But who is she? "His daughter." I jumped back and abruptly turned around to face him, Cleo. His right hand is occupied with a pink hyacinth bouquet. "It's her favorite." he suddenly muttered. "A pink hyacinth." So, Celine is Dimitri's daughter. My eyes lifted at the tombstone. Dimitri seems lost from the past he had been holding up for years. Is that why he buried her a few meters away from the mansion?

If this is their first impression, I can't imagine what they would think of me. "Oh, Dimka, she's beautiful!" A middle-aged woman exclaimed throwing her arms around me in a tight embrace. I was a little shocked but recovered quick enough to wrap my arms around her too. "I'm Dimitri's mother, Olena. This is my youngest daughter, Viktoria, and my oldest two, Karolina and Sonja." Before Olena had a chance to introduce the old woman, who I'm pretty sure was Dimitri's grandmother, his Babushka, the old woman stepped forward and grabbed my chin in her frail, but surprisingly strong, hand.