Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

Dimitri beamed at them. “You really are a proud father.” Xylia laughed as she said that. “Why wouldn’t I be? I love all my children,” Dimitri told her. “All five of you.” “Five!!!!” they all said at the same time. “Yes, five, you know about Magnusson and the others. When I was much younger, I had another son. His name is Pierce.” Dimitri smiles as he tells them about his son. “You never told me about that,” Rayne told him with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Alright, I'll follow your advice. After work, I'll stop by the pharmacy." "Oh, and ma'am," Samuel added. "Hmm... is there anything you wanted me to tell you?" Samuel picked up a file from the coffee table and handed it to Chloe. "As you requested, I've investigated who Damian Dimitri is." Chloe accepted the brown folder Samuel handed her, opened it, and began reading carefully. "Damian Dimitri is the firstborn of Thomas Altemose and Rose Valeria Martin." Samuel nodded. "It can be said that Mr. Damian is a close cousin of your husband. However, he is not part of the inheritance recipients of the Martin family because his father is not from the noble family line."

Only a bloodthirsty person like Dimitri would find this situation to be amusing. Dimitri lifted his eyes and met the anxious gazes of his men and he raised his eyebrow, nodding his head slightly. "I am impressed." He voiced his thoughts and pushed back his hair that had fallen over his face. "I am quite impressed with the army of Volar. They are capable, even more than our knights and ministers." He held his hands behind his back and started to walk back and forth in front of his chair, his blood-soaked sword, tailing behind, creating a trail of blood on its way.

He sniffles again, not crying anymore, his voice becoming more rigid as he responds, “My mother was Alaina Tatia, My father was an Alpha’s second son, Jax. I’m going to be eighteen this year.” I realize he’s giving me all this information, with the belief that I'll tell him where Alora is, but I can't speak. I only stay in silence, and I see the light flee from Dimitri’s eyes as he realizes he’s not getting an answer out of me. He sniffles again and turns around, locking the bars behind him as he leaves.

I’m in love with it. My light blue stiletto heels were barely noticeable, the long dress forming a small circle around my feet. As for the makeup-thanks to Leila-she kept it light, and of course, I put on my favorite dark-red lipstick. “Okay, I’m done. Looking all handsome and shit!” Dimitri stood with all his glory as he came out of his bathroom and damn does that boy look good. He wore a simple black tuxedo, yet it gave him a charming look.

“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.

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Vlad dropped an iPad on the centre table and pushed it to my front. "Dimitri Pietro. Age twenty-nine. An orphan who grew up in an orphanage with his elder brother, the late Giovanni Pietro. He joined the Bratva family when he was just twenty, and his brother, twenty-three. He is one of Bratva's strong hitmen." I scrolled through the pictures displayed on the screen of the iPad while listening to Vlad explain.

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.

Dimitri. He looked exactly as I remembered from my recent nightmares—tall, elegant, cruel mouth curved in a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Only now three thick white scars ran from his hairline to his jaw, courtesy of the day Xeros had nearly killed him. They made his grin look even more monstrous. “Hello, my babies,” he purred. My legs turned to water. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Demetria’s fingers dug into my arm, hard enough to bruise.