Futa Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

The walls were mirrored on every side, so he could watch his own muscles contract and release as he trained. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups when she walked in. She was tall, maybe five-ten, with blonde hair that fell down her back in waves. Her body was curved in all the right places, the kind of body that men spent money to achieve. She wore designer workout clothes that probably cost more than most people's rent. Her name was Katya, and she was one of his regular mistresses. Dimitri continued his pull-ups, not even acknowledging her presence.

“I’m glad you appear, Dimet! Where is it?” “Hi, beautiful lady with red hair. I’m Dimitri Kouzuglo and you are?” Napatingin siya sa palad nito na nakalahad. Pilit siyang ngumiti saka unti-unti niyang tinanggap ang maayos na pakikipagkilala nito. “H-hello. I’m Dynee, Dynee Andrada.” Napalunok siya nang h******n nito ang likod ng kaniyang palad.

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.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

'Oh my god, 10 million dollars. Who is he? Why is he so arrogant?' 'He is from TNK Group in Nangania.' 'Oh, in that case, he really does have the strength to do so.' Trisha continued bidding, '1,100,000 dollars.' Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw an unknown woman, Trisha. 'This person looks unfamiliar. She doesn't seem to be from our circle.' 'Even if that's the case, she is still capable. After all, she actually dares to bid here.'

Ethan laughed very hard, before looking at him proudly while smiling “I told you I would defeat you.” Lucas looked at him for a long time, while he was hitting the training dummy, and he was lost in his memories again. flash back "I can't believe a vampire like you is so slow." Lucian said as he fought Lucas, who was trying to defeat him, but to no avail, he fell to the ground to stand again. "That's great. Well done, Lucian. You're amazing." Emilia said from the edge of the training field very happily, waving to Lucian who sent her a kiss in the air.

He frowns. “The driver mentioned something before he left. He said the car was fixed and returned in courtesy of a Dimitrio Falcon.” I bite down hard on my lip. Fuck. “Ring a bell?” I don’t respond, What am I even supposed to say? “The name sounds very familiar. Dimitrio Falcon… CEO of Dell’s Empire. My biggest competition.” He lets out a laugh. “Now… tell me why my wife would need assistance from someone like him. Are you both planning to bring me and my company down?”

"Now, if you want to sign—?" But before Eros can pull me to the pens, Dimitra steps forward. She's wearing a simple black sheath dress down to her knees with beads around the neck and her hair in a loose bun. She looks so much like Eros, with that same inscrutable intensity, but her gaze softens as she reaches out to take my hands. "I don't know you very well," she says softly. I'm intensely aware of everyone straining to hear. "But I'm going to be honest with you. I never thought my son would take a wife."

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.