Dimitri Novels & Stories

“I just said it earlier, did I not? My name is Dimitri.” Krisen furrowed his brows and his frown deepened even more, he slammed his hands on the wall causing the remaining space to shrink even more. “Do you take me for a fool?” he growled. Dimitri was already at a standstill not knowing what to do or say. “I… I…” she stammered nervously before her eyes lit up. Krisen noticed the sudden change and before he could react,Dimitri stood on her toes and her lips landed directly on Krisen’s lips, making his whole-body freeze.

“What the fuck did they mean by domestic abuse and cheating? Did you do this, Mel?” I roll my eyes “Of course not. I know better, right?” “Are you fucking serious,Mel?” He grits his teeth. “If I find out that you or that pretty boy had anything to do with this… it's going to be ugly.” “I don't have anything…” “Mr. Falcon!” I freeze mid sentence. Dimitrio? Dimitrio is here? I tilt my head in the direction of the limo, that’s when I see him. Dimitrio Falcon, clad in a midnight black bespoke suit. His hair falls forward, his presence exuding dominance as always.

She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants. Unit 3 - The Clean-Up Team, Dimitri who's got piercings all over his face click his tongue while looking smug. Dimitri is blunt and unflinching, a man hardened by years of dirty work. He’s built by war, his hands scarred from countless operations. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He is known for being meticulous since he ensures nothing is left behind when he cleans.

He was in Don mode — sharp eyes, chin high, controlled breathing. Dimitri appeared on the porch soon after. Heavy coat, upright posture, piercing gaze. His eyes landed on Matteo with an intensity that seemed to cut through flesh and bone. “So this is the man who made you disappear?” he asked, his voice slicing through the air. “I’m Matteo Salvatore,” Matteo said, extending his hand firmly. “And I love your granddaughter.” Dimitri let out a dry laugh but didn’t shake his hand. He stepped forward until he was just two steps away.

he called out. Killian’s head snapped in Dimitri’s direction, he observes him as he walked around the car and approached us. I smiled, “Gamma Dimitri, this is my mate, Beta Killian.” Dimitri offered him his hand, but Killian looked confused as he reached for it, “another brother?” I giggled, “no, he’s Alpha Christov’s younger brother and my friend.” He nodded as he let go of his hand, “I see, nice to meet you Gamma Dimitri” he pulled me closer to him.

“Heard a lot about you. Not sure I’m impressed.” Luciano’s jaw clenched. “I’ll ask one more time. Who are you?” But Aria found her voice before he could answer. “Dimitri,” she breathed. “His name is Dimitri Varnov.” Luciano’s eyes flicked toward her for a second. “You know him?” Her silence answered for her. Dimitri stepped closer, unfazed by the guns now aimed at him from every corner of the courtyard. His hands were empty, visible, but that didn’t mean he was unarmed. Men like Dimitri never came without leverage.

He listened silently, jaw tightening, his expression growing colder with every detail. When she finished, he leaned back slowly. “Dimitri Volkov…” he muttered. The name echoed something in his memory like a distant bell. “I’ve heard that name before.” “Yeah?” Aria asked. “I’ll look into it.” She nodded, kissed him softly again, and left the study. Damian immediately closed the file he had been working on and opened his laptop. For the next hour, he searched. Old files. Buried records. Forgotten reports. Until he found it.

don’t know what she is doing with Emery. I rubbed the back of my neck and sat my water bottle down, “Do you think y’all are mates?” I stared at him and a feeling of curiosity filtered through me, “Nah. It’s just casual. I mean, I do like her, but she is Dalton’s sister. I can’t just date her out in the open like that. We are taking things slow.” He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. I scoffed and smirked, “Casual? With Etta? Not gonna happen. You need to hang back for the full moon run this weekend to find out if y’all are mates. If not, you need to drop this now before you end up hurting her.” He looked at his feet then looked up at me with a weird angry expression, “I know I’m a fuc

“I don’t think my cousin is in the mood to get his suit dirty. You know what I mean, huh? Why don’t you just—” “Sebastian!” Another man appeared from the entrance. Tall, blue-eyed, blond, and extremely well dressed. He moved so fluidly across the balcony to Georgie’s side, the only way to describe him was as a snake slithering toward its nest. “Did Georgie introduce himself properly?” Georgie’s gaze ping-ponged around and settled on the tall man next to him. “Dimitri, I didn’t know if that was official.” “It is. Georgie is a Vor for my family now.”

replied the driver of the Shevchenko family. After giving orders to the driver, Seth was busy again with his smartphone. He began to find out about Dimitri further. "Well, I'll find out for myself about Mr. Dimitri. If Young Master is reluctant to tell me, then I will find it myself!" Seth opened his social media account. He typed a name. "Dimitri Vegas...." Seth spells out the name of the man, who is the CEO of The Bolshoi Theatre. Not long after, both of Seth's eyes flashed. He stared at the neatly displayed photos on one of the social media accounts.