Lady Dimitrescu Age Novels & Stories

In a small chamber over looking the city a young man, tall and handsome paced while looking out the balcony. "Stop pacing Hector. I'm sure she is fine." The dowager empress said as Hector kept looking out into the city. The dowager empress was a beautiful woman, she was at least forty years old but she did not look a day over thirty. She reclined comfortably on a chair as a maid offered her food.

That fact was sure! But then I clicked on the next folder. Relationships. And my breath hitched. My finger hesitated over the mouse before I clicked the first profile. It was a picture of a gorgeous Lycan noblewoman named Lady Catherine. She had stunning silver-blonde hair, sharp, aristocratic features, and a smile that looked like glass. She was the daughter of one of the richest lords in the North. Beneath her name, a single word was stamped in bold, stark font: DECEASED.

she asked the middle ages lady she saw outside of Dimitri's compound Who she is and what she was doing there was none of her concern. Her concern right there and then was to see Dimitri and out an end to the incoming quarrel that was to come " And you're?" the lady turned to asked, she was quite old and should be in her late sixties " Pardon my manners, good evening ma'am, my name is Angela and am here to see Dimitri" she greeted " That isn't my question, I asked who you are?" the old lady asked again sternly, perhaps she's annoyed that Angela didn't greet her before asking of Dimitri

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

That old man has spread the news so quick? “I don’t know since when you and the high priest start keeping a tab on me?” Dimitri, now a film star laughed, “Nevertheless, can’t you just find another profession? Of all places, a school? Seriously?” Dimitri was 5 years younger than me. Unlike me, he had found his mate and she died 200 years ago. Being Vampires, we’re obligated to be stuck with one woman until the day we die. After the death of his mate and there’s no sign of reborn, Dimitri became free of the mate whatever and now lives his life to the fullest.

He breathed out, and then he pressed a small, tender kiss on the bare skin of my shoulder blades, making me almost freeze in his arms. Before I could turn to meet his gaze, the huge entrance doors opened and a young woman who appeared to be in her twenties stood at the doorway. Her lips stretched into the brightest smiles. She greeted Dimitri with respect before her eyes curiously shifted to me. “It’s an honor having you join us tonight, Elena. I'm Evelina Bardoni,” She introduced. She was one of the Bardoni’s women, most probably a daughter. I shook her hand with a polite smile. “Thank you, Evelina,”

Lucienne shot up from her seat and began to walk away but a growl from her stomach reminded her of what her goal had been. She turned back swiftly and picked a plate of spaghetti up in her right hand and a chicken lap in her left hand then walked away. * "Damien!" A loud feminine voice rang through his office. "Mom?" Damien looked away from the document he was about to sign. "Son!" The older woman replied. She was in her late forties but appeared younger, she evidently had great skin and her fashion sense was top notch too. A lady was behind her, holding a bag in hand.

Dimitri's shocked face slowly morphed into one of annoyance and Ramona kept laughing. "Alright, fine. I'm 23 and I'm fully, naturally female." She sighed out. "Now tell me about you." "I'm ga*, 30, childless and jobless." Dimitri let out, smiling. Ramona gasped and raised a brow. "Well I have a doctor friend that's gay too. And he's looking to adopt a kid. I'll introduce you to him." Ramona said, straight faced. Dimitri shrugged, assuming she was joking.

She must keep her appearance as a Lady tonight after all. "I am fine, now that I have met you," the lord said before Emily was smiling timidly at him. She knew what the lord was implementing. He was in search of a bride and he spotted Emily to be alone without a chaperone. She was three and twenty years old, two more years before she was on the shelf.

He was a bit worried about her, but he should have known he could trust her to take care of herself. She was looking healthy and even more beautiful than she was four years ago, yes, she was still relatively young at only twenty three, however she had blossomed beautifully, her hair was much longer than it was before, it was also styled differently, long gone were the classic braid she used to wear when she was younger, it was quite a different look for him, but he was not complaining, and she looked like she had become a bit plumper, of course, Lana was not fat by any mean, but she had fully become a woman, and Dimitri could not help but see her in a different light.