Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

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.

There was no way I was going to hand over any of the hybrids, even though I had no intentions of giving him what he wanted in the first place. “I will stay back.” Leo stepped forward. My eyes shot to him, and I wanted to tell him no, but Kalea grabbed my arm and gave me a look that told me that I was going to get an explanation after we left. “Very good. You look harmless enough and the fact that you volunteered, I might even give you the VIP treatment until the others return.” Dimitri let out a laugh that sounded more like a croak than an actual laugh. It was hard to scoff at Dimitri believing Leo was harmless. He was the most outspoken and tended not to put up with bullshit. Life has alway

And then they walked in. Dimitri Volkov: tall, expressionless, his blond hair slicked back with careless perfection, eyes like winter. Cold and calculating. He was dressed in deep gray—unimpressive unless you knew how much tailoring cost in Zurich. The ring on his right hand marked him as Bratva, for those who could see it. And his presence alone was enough to split the room like a blade through silk. But it wasn’t him that made Emilia’s stomach drop. It was her.

Logan’s POV I knew that face anywhere. He was the popular face of the Umbra collective, Dimitri Aterm, one of the most wanted men in the world. “My friend, welcome home. I can see you came with friends. We had an agreement. Come alone. Why the company? Your parents might be the founding fathers, but I tell you what, I can shoot each and everyone of you in the face and get away with it. Ask around. Everybody knows Dimitri Aterm. You don't want to joke with the slayer of men.”

Although he found Dimitri eye catching, he wasn't one to deal with weird people from the sea. He stared at Dimitri with a scrutinizing gaze, 'where did she even come from, and how come she speaks our tongue?' "What do you mean what am I? I should be asking you that question, don't you think?" Dimitri’s gaze fell on Suban, "I am Dimitri Saw and I'll have you know that you stand before an Heir," she announced powerfully with her tone commanding authority. Suban's eyebrows knotted together, feeling like he might have rescued a crazy person "What?"

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 turned and walked away fuming in anger. Dimitri was a man in his late 50s Russian business tycoon of considerable power. People practically tripped over themselves to get on his good side. Bit Avyaansh had just dismissed him as if he were some fledgling entrepreneur, and not a player in a major deal. Dimitri had been trying to forge connections with India, hoping to advance his business venture, but Avyaansh had just brushed him off and walked away from a potentially massive deal. Dimitri could feel his blood beginning to boil. Who did this man think he was?

I asked, offering a polite, measured smile. “Of course, of course,” he drawled, his thick Russian accent coloring every word. “But we’ll have to leave our men outside… this is a confidential deal, you know?” Theo scoffed. “Hell no.” “No, it’s fine, Theo,” I said, moving closer to him. Dimitri was at least fifty, and I had the advantage in both height and size. He wouldn’t try anything. “Let’s make it quick, then, before your boy comes after me,” Dimitri laughed.

"That's dangerous stuff." Royce almost handed the vial back to Dimitri. "It is," Dimitri agreed. "But Vadym is a dangerous man. He doesn't just deal in fossils. He deals in people."