Dimitrescu Daughters Novels & Stories

Dimitri stared at the screen like it might solve him. He’d never hesitated before. Never questioned the rightness of knowing. Information was power. In business, it was armor. In family, it was survival. But this wasn’t just a file. This was a four-year-old girl with curls like silk thread and eyes that tilted like his when she smiled. Zoe Petrova. Mother: Anya Petrova. Father: Not listed. The field sat there—blank, like a dare.

I pointed out. “You are correct. My brother Michalis and I were Aphrodite’s first creations.” Dimitrios said. “Wait, that makes you a princess and a Lycan.” Nash blurted out. “You are right on both accounts. Danallae is our daughter. She is fey, Lycan and vampire.” Dimitrios said. “Is that a problem for you?” Iymyrae asked. “MINE.” Nash growled.

Dimitri says. I smile at Cathal, reaching my hand down to take his. He very carefully takes my hand in his. “I have an announcement to make,” Dimitri’s voice echoes out over the room, snapping my attention back to him. “I’m sure many of you have realized that I’ve been on the hunt for someone and that after finding her, she’s been sharing my room and spending time with my son,” he says before turning to me. “This woman is Ayda,” he says, sliding his hand over my hair before turning back to the group.

"Hector Menard is having another outbreak of the disease." Those words left like a sucker punch in the guts. Dimitri's word from the pool told me he had a lot of faith in my gift and I knew first-hand how hard he was trying to rid himself of the disease, he had scouted me five years ago when I lived as Camille, the newly discovered daughter of Bo De'crescent and the granddaughter of the greatest healer to ever live. I felt somehow guilty. "But how?!" Dimitri's voice was cracking. The new world he had probably built for himself was crashing down on him before he even got a chance to enjoy it. "He was fine yesterday."

Dimitri said, pouting slightly as he looked up at her. “He will be home soon, darling,” Emily assured him with a smile. “Okay. I can’t wait to see Ryan, Talia, and Nelson.” Dimitri listed their names one after another, his soft smile growing. Emily’s smile widened. Ryan ---Leo and Vivienne’s son. Talia-- Mason and Valentina’s daughter. Nelson—Zayne and Amelia’s son. “What about baby Nadia?” Emily teased, raising a brow. Nadia was Evelyn and George’s newborn daughter. Evelyn and George had gotten married two years ago. Reuben and Claire had also married and now had a son, Jeffrey. They lived in another city.

I can at least let them say a proper goodbye. “Thank you Derek,” says Celestia. “Of course. You deserve some closure as well.” Dimitri creates one more pyre and with Davina, Kat and Celestia standing in the font, together they set it on fire. I can feel Davina does not feel one ounce of sadness at the loss of her brother but sadness for her sister and mother. Kat grew up with him and adored him and for Celestia he was her first born and only son.

Dimitri's POV I picked up the frame that sat on my desk; it had three photos in it. The first was of my mother and father on their wedding day, Alexi and Nina Koslov. The second was of my father’s second in command's four sons Adrian, Luka, Nikoli and Mishka. Adrian was the same age as me at 28, and when I took over from my father as the next Don of the Russian Mafia US contingent, Adrian would become my second. His younger brother Luka, who was 24 would be one of my enforcers, and the twins Nikoli and Mishka, both 22, would take over as a couple of my underbosses. The final Picture was when I was 11, sitting on my knee was the prettiest little girl wearing a blue pinafore dress and a white

If she had not fled that night, Jared and Jayden would have born in Romania, under the thumb and rule of the Whitakers. And was she really going to handover her babies to the monsters? And to think about it, she considered Dimitri a monster. But he never abused anyone. Yes, he was authoritative, but he never abused his power. Yes, people doted over him, but not because of fear, but because of respect. And now Dimitri is broken. His sobbing form in front of Romanian embassy etched in front of her eyes. How could she do it to him? Leave him so broken and torn? Crying so harshly. Begging for her to stay with him. Begging… Dimitrios Esperanza La Gualias, begging! **

Sleep with a random guy she had no plans to see again? Raymond Darcy was speaking again, and Dimitri forced himself to concentrate. "..... I would like to introduce you all to my daughter, Kelly Darcy. Who will be joining us from today. She's an amazing human with a wonderful personality and I know you are all going to enjoy working with her" Dimitri smiled at that last comment. Oh, he planned to enjoy working with her alright, he thought.

Lady Siracusa interrupted me and continued, “we called.” “I know it was both irritating and distracting.” I muttered without thinking. “Why did you not come, my dear?” Lord Dimitrious asked gently. He was a huge man but had the gentlest nature you can ever imagine. I could see the curiosity in his light brown eyes, but I also knew he would not ask until we were home. (Lady Dimitria and Lord Dimitrious were fated mates, and they took me in after I lost my parents in the war. They chose to raise a girl as they did not want to raise a boy as they felt it would be like replacing their son. I do not know what happened to their son as the conversation is always changed when it comes to him.)