House Dimitrescu Crest Novels & Stories

Once closer, they were able to get a good look at this pathetic excuse of a pack. Using the binoculars, Dimitri was able to see and get a better look at the homes. One house in particular catches his eye. On the door was something Emmett described when he asked him to describe the place. To give any details that would let him know he was in the right place. On the door hung an upside-down cross, and just above it "Zero Fucks" was carved into the door. "This is definitely them. See that door, that's exactly what Emmett described." Dimitri said as he handed Beckett the binoculars and pointed at the house.

“If you want to get her attention, you know what to do, Dimitri, or are you trying to come up with another plan? Louis asked, clicking his tongue. Dimitri narrowed his eyes at the building ahead before signaling his driver to go. They drove past his company’s headquarters and continued downtown until they reached a secluded landmark with a single name etched on it: ‘DIMI.’ Soon, the car rolled to a stop in front of a grand estate, a mansion. He gained his footing on the ground before stepping out and striding into the building. The building’s exterior shimmered in obsidian stone, mirrored panels, and porcelain sheen, a place where one could get lost dreaming of forever. But the owner’s mind

Hadrian clarified taking another bold step. “Stay away from my family!” Demetrius taunted. “I'm afraid that's not possible...until I get what I need.” Seizing his arms, he muttered a spell and had flashes of a different town, and his gaze caught a signboard with a bold print of ‘CRESCENT FALLS’ on it. Smirking, he saw a duplex and a young man who would probably be in his early thirties and he let him go as he waddled backward.

The sky above the Valmere estate blushed in shades of morning gold when Deborah’s car swept past the iron gates. The mansion loomed like a living monument, a fusion of marble, power, and memory. Rows of fountains glittered under the sun, each one carved with the Valmere crest: a serpent coiled around a crown.

He turned the body over, revealing a jagged symbol carved into the chest — a serpent coiled around a crescent moon. My stomach dropped. “You’re kidding.” “The Serpent Crest,” Damien said grimly. “I thought they were extinct.” “They were,” Sebastian said. “Until now.” I groaned. “Of course. Because things weren’t apocalyptic enough.” Celeste stood still, her face unreadable — but her eye. There was something haunted there. Like she knew more than she wanted to admit. And for a second — just one — she looked less like a noblewoman and more like someone who’d walked through hell before.