Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

“Much like you.” Celine felt a blush creep up her neck but quickly masked it with a sip of water. “Flattery, Dimitri? How predictable.” “Not flattery,” he countered, his tone serious now. “Just honesty.” Their conversation flowed easily after that, touching on everything from politics to art. Dimitri’s stories about his upbringing—traveling between estates, learning the intricacies of his family’s business—were told with a mix of humor and humility that made him all the more intriguing. He also tells her that he is a cousin of Caleb and that’s why he is staying at the Alcantara estate. This is his first time in the city, because his father usually comes.

He had officially been crowned the Don of his cartel. ‘Don Dimitri Vladimir’ was the name that now ignited fear in all of the Russian Bratva alliance and even more. How are the supporters of Damian going to take this new development. Lily thought, as her eyes locked with a man.

"Dimitri is one of the most powerful men in New York. He runs multiple operations, import/export, real estate, financial services, and yes, some things that exist in legal gray areas. He has people working for him who are loyal to the point of death. He's ruthless when he needs to be, but he's also fair. He doesn't hurt innocent people unless they force him to." "That's not reassuring," Eve said. "I'm not trying to reassure you," Mike replied. "I'm trying to be honest. The warehouse hit...that was Dante Romano escalating the war against Dimitri. Dante sent men to kill him on an island, and now he's hitting our operations to destabilize us. That's the reality of the world Dimitri operates in.

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.

Sandro snorted lazily, he answered his brother in English so that Rene also understood, "Listen! She is my mate and you don't try to mess with her! You will face me face to face!" "Hohohoho, Dias Mio! Is it the end of the world? Why does my brother change spectrum like this?" He asked with a silly face, "Introduce me, My sweet lady, I'm the younger brother of this jerk, my name is Dimitri Vasques, I have a business in this city and several other cities throughout Europe... Hmm, I happen to be being appointed as one of the trade officials. In this place, my responsibilities relate to the export and import of goods in and out of this city." Said the man named Dimitri, he looks a few inches tal

one of the twelve bikers told their leader. Dimitri is angry. He is not doing all this because of his undying loyalty towards his deceased stepbrother Victor. He is doing all this for power. But he should have known that it's not easy. It took Victor years to gather allies and make a move against Alessandro. Then, Victor had money and men at his disposal. Now, Dimitri has nothing. Everyone in Russia is too scared to even speak against Alessandro, forget about going against him.

His once-tanned complexion is shallow, almost grey, and Dimitri has gotten soft around the middle; I don't doubt that he was an attractive man once, but now all I see before me is a weak, pathetic creature. Dimitri snarls when he sees me; it's a pathetic attempt to look fierce; he looks at me with disgust and sneers, “What the fuck do you want.” I chuckle, strolling toward him, “The throne.” He tries to hide the fear in his eyes and snarls, “You think you can beat me?” I smirk, “I know I can.”

“I asked your name. I want to know the name of the pathetic prick who needs to kidnap a woman to feel powerful.” He paused, “A tiny spark of the fire remains! Good. Don’t worry, Aryn. You will know my name intimately. You will remember it every night when you wake up screaming.” He leaned against the table, running a perfectly manicured finger across the cold steel. “My name is Dimitri. Dimitri Volkov. And I suggest you commit it to memory, because it is the name that will make you shake with terror for the rest of your short, miserable life.”

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

He would probably decide to stay out of the auction, and so Johnny wouldn't be able to use him as bait anymore. Demitri Balk didn't get much recognition until the mid-1990s. Diamond Balk seemed to emerge overnight, with a long list of stellar investors, able to send its stock price skyrocketing in just a few minutes. within minutes of official equitization. Demitri Balk is the main shareholder and named CEO of the company.