Dimitri Novelas e Histórias

Leo eyed Dimitri with a smirk from where he sat, he stood up to his full six feet two height. He saw the flicker in Dimitri's eyes when Leo stood in front of him. Leo smiled, he gave him a curt nod before speaking. " Hello Mr Dimitri", he greeted. " I am sure you have heard from viktoriya here, the reason we are here." Dimitri sat in front of him, his hands crossed. " How are you going to stop me", Dimitri began as he gritted his teeth. What is wrong with them and gritting their teeth.

The boy in black hair spoke as he put the papers that contained all information about Audelia on the table. “Thank you, Dimitri. You have worked hard.” Vincent thanked the older boy who looked aloof no matter where he was. Dimitri Azorthine.. He was the illegitimate son of Earl Azorthine and a commoner woman. Due to his birth, Dimitri was abused by the legal wife for quite sometime before he was picked by the King to serve the sickly Vincent. Before Vincent recovered, no one thought of Dimitri as someone important. It because no one would think that Vincent would li

Dimitri tried to run but without any ground that he could step on, he could not even tell if he is actually moving at all. Dimitri did the only thing that a five-year-old child could do. He cried and called for his mother and his father. Dimitri is not one to cry easily, in fact, he hardly ever shows any emotion at all except for when he is alone with his parents. He has taken the role as the next Alpha seriously even at a young age and he was born with the talent to back it up. But the child inside Dimitri is screaming this time. He knows that he needs help.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Dimitri smiled, "I need to speak with my partner for a moment." I searched for Tanya but was unable to locate her. When I turned back, I saw Dimitri had disappeared. He needed me to keep Zeus busy throughout this entire party. It could be worse. He was incredibly handsome today. His black wavy hair fell loosely around his face, accentuating the white contrast of his eyes. His black deep-v long-sleeve shirt was tucked into his black loose-fitting trousers. I liked what I was seeing. His rock-hard abs were on display, along with his cocky grin.

A seductress who always knew where the exits were. Emilia was… something else entirely. There was a kind of purity in her confusion, a soft strength behind her stares. When she looked at him, it wasn’t manipulation — it was like she was trying to understand him. That unnerved him more than any weapon ever had. He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the ember flaring in the wind. Dimitri Volkov. That name had sent something sharp down his spine when he first heard it from the file. And when it came through her voice, barely a whisper, picked up by the bug he’d left behind the painting in her Prague bedroom, it had almost made his blood run cold.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

The warm yellow light shone on his handsome face, outlining the perfect contours of his face. The incident just now had happened so suddenly, and there were many things she hadn't had time to consider. For example, when she asked him, “Dimi, who is your young lady?” “Harmonia Marsh.” He was the second young master, Dimitri Judd, not Dimas Martinez, in the eyes of the Judds, so she intentionally called him ‘Dimi’ to fool others.

Should’ve told him to fuck off. But I was tired. Angry. And yeah, desperate. “Keep talking,” I said. His mouth curved. “Can I come in? Easier inside.” Everything in me screamed no. He smelled like trouble. Like secrets I didn’t want. But revenge? That word hit like a punch. Revenge on Dane. On Freya. On every single one of them who looked past me. I stepped back. Let him in. His name was Dimitri. He didn’t say who he worked for. Kept it vague, some crap about “people who see the danger in goddess blood” and “keeping the natural balance.” Sounded like cult nonsense to me.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.