Lady Dimitrescu Age Novels & Stories

She says the last part while flashing me a grin. Finally. Someone that agrees with me on something. Gaining my composure, I pat my hair as I walk towards the almost motionless man. I place the sole of my heels above his eyes and dig it into eyes. He's not dead yet but he will soon so he should feel pain. Have a little taste of your medicine douchebag. “Who are you?” I ask the lady who's still kicking the man. “Me? Dimitra. Dimitra Vicenzo.” “Vicenzo?”

He walked into the living room and he occasionally stole glances at Ayra. “Dimi… who’s that?” A short and fat old lady who seemed in her mid 50’s came to the living room to ask why Dimitri was late. She was Joanna, his housekeeper. Dimitri respected her a lot. She was startled when she noticed a young girl in Dimitri’s arms. “Anna, could you please help me change her? She is soaking wet.” He asked her completely dodging her question. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” She said a second or two later.

While Mayan still looked displeased. "Okay!" Kush said, and everyone agreed with him. "I had told you both that it's better to talk with them first, but nobody listened to me." I heard a familiar voice and found Dimitri, Bella's husband, lazily standing in the nightdress, keeping both of his hands under his pocket. "Well, what can we say? No one is as mature as you. OLD MAN", Bella responded sarcastically. But that was also true. While we were 23, 24, and 26 years old, Dimitri was 32 years old.

Eldrick concluded and fell into deep thoughts, while Raelynn and Talay looked back and forth between the two people. “Why did Lord Dimitri take him away?” Eldrick asked after a long time. He knew what the answer would be, yet he wanted to confirm it. “Milord, Lord Dimitri met our Lady in the next fall season after she returned from the Spring Festival. Lady Zaina was not willing to marry him. So, to convince her, more like coercing her into submission, he took away our Young Master by force. And,” Out of nowhere, Miranda started crying when she remembered the day the incident had taken place.

"She was treated like someone important despite Lycans' distaste for werewolves. Is there a reason for that? Is she by chance Dimitri's lover?" "Lycaon, No!" The look of disgust on Neal's face told me everything I needed to know. "Dimitri is betrothed to Lycan royalty, Lady Milana. She was the one you crossed paths with at the lounge. Eva is just... I guess you could say she is important to Dimitri. I honestly do not get why he keeps her so close but Dimitri is loyal to a fault. Eva Dumont saved Dimitri from an attempt on his life a few years ago. She hasn't left him since."

Maria "So, this is the one your brother picked." "My name is Darya Kuznetsov." A tall, bleached blonde in a tight gold gown looks me over. "Dima's wife." She pauses and waits for me to comment, but I don't. Dima? Why does that sound familiar? "He's around, talking to the men," Darya continues as she cocks an eyebrow. "How old are you, girl?" "I'm eighteen." I try hard not to stare at her huge breasts, but she's wearing heels that put them right at eye level, and she radiates bitch energy.

At the Luis mansion, the house master's birthday celebration hung heavily in the air. "Miranda, get the drinks from the fridge," Lady Loretta said. She was a 70-year-old dark-skinned lady, wearing a green dress and black shoes, and it was her only son's birthday. "Okay, Ma," Miranda responded. She was a 22-year-old, fair-skinned woman wearing a pink dress and black slippers. It was 5 p.m., and they were preparing a birthday party for Derrick Luis, the only son of the Luis family. Out of eight children, Derrick appeared to be the only son.

That was what she was about to figure out. The first file she opened up held an old photograph of the lady in question. She was posed in an upper class styled dress, her hands folded on her lap. Her face was beautifully round and the way her long, dark curls fell around it gave her a natural kind of beauty. Despite the photograph being black and white, Charlotte could tell by the shade of gray of her eyes in the picture that Lady Bennett must've had blue eyes. Whoever she was, she was beautiful. "Lady Serina Bennett… born in October 1772 and died November 1796..." Charlotte read out loud to herself. "She was only twenty four when she died? That's so young."

“Your Majesty, she is a threat.” Lady Lovette’s voice rang through the small council chamber, thin but sharp. Emperor Priam Endymion, forty-two years old, did not react at once. He sat at the head of the long table, fingers steepled, his cold gaze fixed on the woman who had just spoken. To his right, Empress Ariadne, in her late thirties, watched with calm, measuring eyes. To his left sat High Chancellor Varian Hale, fifty-two, with silver at his temples and a steady, unreadable face.

He was beginning to choke up and sniffle, so Czarina Olena dropped the subject, said an apology, and came over to me and my stepsisters. "My, you're all such beautiful, young ladies," she sweetly complimented. We uttered thanks, falling shy and keeping our voices soft. "I have daughters, as well," she added, expanding her attention to Father and Rhea. "They're all adults, except for my youngest, who's sixteen years of age. Actually, my children should be coming down right about now." On cue, Cesarevich Dimitri and his sisters descended the glorious staircase. My family gasped in awe once again as they strode over. When they reached us, Cesarevich Dimitri bowed while his sisters curtsied.