Lady Dimitrescu +18 Novels & Stories

Chelsea's POV Someone once told me that we all have our demons and their job is solely to prick our minds and show us a fragment of hell whilst whispering in our ears. But why show me a fragment when I can bring the whole hell to your very own doorstep. My name is Chelsea .A. Mateo , the A is for Amanda but only my Mom gets to call me that name.Unlike everyone else, I know my demons, their names and their home addresses. Some call me a nerd but I don’t let that bother me, I just want to make my Mom proud with straight A's.My demons came in the form of all the boys I've known especially Ethan and his father. I used to attend Bridgerton High School till my parents got a divorce. My parents alw

Fred. —This wine is really delicious. — said Luciana, Mrs. Lisa smiled at her with true affection. —It's because it's one of our specialties, it's called Frozen Rosé. — Luciana smiled with fascination, Santiago couldn't stop looking at her, he had noticed a special shine in her eyes as soon as they arrived and saw the incredible place. The place was incredible and spacious, it had a large parking lot and parking for many cars. —I love it, I will definitely have our wedding here —Irina said determinedly. - Do you agree? —She asked her fiancé

asked Acheros in a tone that could clearly describe his annoyance. Sasha who was sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed smiled. She stood up and walked over to her future husband. Acheros was silent, neither responding nor resisting when this woman rubbed her broad chest. "Don't you miss me? Why did you just let me go?" Sasha tiptoed her feet and whispered there, "Want to fuck? It's been two weeks since we did it. Don't you miss my touch? I really miss your touch, Acheros. Make me moan again like that time."

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.

In the final, only Kristen Oliver, love song diva Damon, Emil, who sings and dances well and has a good relationship with the audience, and Yu Man, the dark horse, have moved the audience all the way to the present with their own songs. Four people compete for the first place, and the last one is the scene of a fairy fight. Kristen Oliver was worried that Ethan Wharton's body didn't want him to come, so he put an LCD TV directly in the ward to let him enjoy his beauty 360 degrees. Lounge, Duanxuening keeps cheering Kristen Oliver up. Anna Garcia is holding her cell phone and analyzing the situation. 'Damon is still a prepared love song. Emil's highlight is the hot dance. Yu Man is still the

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

he finished smiling as he raised the glass to his mouth, causing Laureti to burst out laughing. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, well, I'll give her to you, she's not my type, and I don't care how much she has under that awful mop she wears," Demetrio said wryly, even though he had seen huge, hard, pink breasts under the thick fabric of his secretary.

Dimitri held on a moment longer, then reluctantly let go. "Hi, everyone," said a woman as she approached us, and slipped a hand around Dimitri's waist. I recognized Summer from all the business meetings I had attended with Dimitri. I sighed inwardly, plastered a big smile on my face. "Dimitri, why didn't you introduce your beautiful fiancée earlier? You both look perfect together."

My fingers looking for an anchor scratches the surface of the table desperately. “Lord,” I bite down on my lips, embarrassed because my moans have been growing louder. Dimitrio notices and bites down gently on my clitoris. “A…Ahhh,” Each second passes and I’m getting closer to my climax. Then he stops. He raises his head slowly and licks my juice off his lips. Fuck. Dimitrio lifts me off the table and over to the couch. He takes off his trousers and sits on the couch. “On your knees.” He says,

One's hand was bent in a peculiar angle which indicated it had dislocated. Then Diana clutched the wrist of the two lackeys trying to hold her back, and with an intense squeeze,the sound of bones shattering split the air. In a blink of an eye,the two lackeys were already howling in an excruciating pain. How was a lady able to do all of that? Stone was extremely terrified. "How dare you make a move against my lackeys? You must wish to marry death.." Stone's expression darkened and he ordered "Kill him!"