Dimitri Anastasia Movie Novels & Stories

Everyone agrees to change the topic, everyone except for Anastasia who insists on knowing what Dimitri is planning to surprise me. “What kind of surprise? Why can’t you tell your own mother?” She inquires. “Mother, please drop it,” Irina begs. “I am just asking. Why can’t I know?” Anastasia asks. “Because it is a surprise for my wife,” Dimitri replies. “You can tell her, I don’t mind,” I say. I’d rather ruin the surprise than to keep on putting up with Anastasia’s insistence. “Oh, no, my love. The surprise is for you…” Dimitri says.

“Is there something going on that I don’t know about? This is the same girl you claim to despise so deeply every time you see her. You said you don’t want her! You said you do not like her! You made that very clear, so why, Ivan?! “ “This was your agreement, in case you’ve forgotten! You agreed to this in exchange for the investment deal for the company!” “That deal is closed.” Ivan’s voice dropped lower. “And Dimitri Volkov no longer exists.” My heart missed a solid beat as my gaze snapped to Ivan. Anastasia’s face paled. Her entire expression froze as she stared at Ivan as if he’d grown a second head. “I don’t understand a thing you are saying, Ivan. Make this make sense… What do you mean…

Sister. The word cracked something inside me. I kept walking. Slow. Steady. Dimitri Volkov stepped out from behind a stack of pallets. Tall. Broad. Scar running from temple to jaw like a lightning strike. Black coat open over tactical vest. Pistol loose in his right hand. He smiled—slow, satisfied. “Elena Kovaleva. You actually came alone.” His accent was thick, old Moscow. “Brave. Or stupid.” I stopped ten feet away. Close enough to see the dried blood on Anya’s cheek. Far enough he couldn’t grab me without moving.

he exclaimed with emotion, his eyes shining as he smiled. "See, this replaces everything, Demetrio," he smiled, he had lost so much in his life, but life was more than returning his happiness. His cell phone started to ring, he picked it up and looked at the screen. "Filibert, I'm fed up, you sound like my wife," Demetrio spat in annoyance, while Antonio smiled and raised a glass to his lips. "Say, Fili," he replied with annoyance. "Sir, excuse me for disturbing you." Demetrio mimicked his secretary's words, "but I remind you that you are late for dinner with Madame de AndroiO."

"And congratulations on Anastasia's healing certification. Dimitri told me she passed all her examinations." "Thank you," I said, beaming with pride. "She's a natural, just like I knew she would be. Already better than I was at her age." "Mama, stop embarrassing me." Anastasia groaned, but she was smiling as she helped Seraphina unpack the basket. Dinner was loud and wonderful, with children talking over each other and adults trying to have conversations that kept getting interrupted by requests for more food or someone tattling on someone else. Dimitri sat at the head of our table like he belonged there, because in many ways he did. He was the brother who had taken Mikhail and I in when no

From the street below, the illuminated sliver of glass near the top floor would have looked like any other office—clean lines, cold angles, a man in a suit leaning over a desk far too late at night. Inside, Dimitri sat in the center of his study, a whiskey untouched beside him, a sleek black folder of estate records spread out across the glass desktop. He hadn’t moved in hours. The will had been reviewed. The trusts arranged. The board calmed. The media played. But it wasn’t the business side of the estate that kept him awake. It was her. Anya Petrova. She wasn’t what he expected. Not the typical “surprise sibling” scandal bait. No ambition in her eyes. No hunger. No desire to play games. Sh

Trapped in his gilded cage while he was gone. He'd be back in five days. Five days was too long. By the time he landed in Montenegro, Dimitri had already made a decision. He was going to get to the bottom of Natasha's secrets. He was going to understand exactly who she was and what she wanted. And if she was lying to him, if she was playing him, he would destroy her. But as he thought it, he knew it was a lie. Even if she was lying. Even if she was playing him. He wouldn't destroy her.

Dimitri replied, "Ah, baby, you are just too innocent. You don't know how wicked people can be. He looks exactly like someone who would do that. After all, I heard he went to prison. Leaking a video would be nothing to him." Anastasia’s palms grew sweaty at the mention of the leaked video. She nervously wondered what her father's reaction would be if he ever found out that she was actually the one who leaked it. Mistaking Anastasia's silence for sadness and acceptance that she would never be with her crush, Dimitri placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her intently. "Don't worry. Trust me when I tell you that you and Damien will be together, baby."

Later. Dimitri appeared from the study as they were being shown to the east wing — the wing with the new lock, though someone had clearly removed it sometime in the night, because the frame was clean and unmarked when Lyra checked it on the way past. He crouched down to Theo's level with an ease that didn't match anything else about him, all that coiled stillness folding down into something almost gentle. "You like dinosaurs," Dimitri said. Not a question. Theo's whole face opened up. "T-Rex or Spinosaurus?"

Giovanni Monera, Dimitrio's advisor croaked, staring through filmed eyes at the don who gazed at nothing in particular with an omnipotent aura swirling around him. Dimitrio chuckled mirthlessly and said "Send bugs into the camp of the Zakhars. I want to know what have become of Dante." "Yes boss." Matteo replied, always ready for action. "If they want war, then they shall get it." Dimitrio said in a tone of finality and exited the assembly. He entered his chambers, followed closely by Matteo. The latter normally only spoke when spoken to, but Dimitrio could tell that he was itching to say something.