Lady Dimitrescu Age Novels & Stories

Wink at her. Lian angrily: Behave boy, Max really raised you well, Ahh boy Amazed Dmitriy: Wow, do you know my dad, sexy, I mean, my lady, you seem to know him well, umm, I'm twenty years old, so I'm not a boy, I'm young and excuse me, I'm still on my mind, you are really sexy and very young Lian angrily: I'm not young, but my life stopped at the age of eighteen when I got married and gave birth twenty years ago, "her eyes widen from shock" Oh my God, is it reasonable?

The garden was on Dimitri's property? I groaned in frustration while glancing at my right arm which has a band-aid. What's up with that sophisticated woman? The people here are not normal. A moan escapes from my mouth as I throw myself on the fluffy bed. Is this a water bed? It was so comfortable to lay in here. "Yeah, Who the hell is she? Dimitri's sister? No... she was not in the picture frame. She cannot be a younger sister too which I believe, she was in her early thirties, the same age as Dimitri."

Cracking her eyes open a bare slit, Lily stilled as she caught sight of the tiny heart-shaped face that was all too familiar. Christ the woman was so beautiful, middle-aged. Elegant in the right places. "I'm Dimitri's wife. My name is Demi." Same blond hair, although she was cut short and spiked. The same green eyes. The same slender body. Even the same stubborn line of their jaw.

Dimitry said as they settled in. Summoning a small smile, Misty replied, "I'm sorry for hitting your friend." Her fingers instinctively found her pendant. "I shouldn't have come here, but..." She sighed, glancing around nervously. Dimitry observed her closely, and this was his first close encounter with a girl. He, an adult wolf, had reached eighteen years and awaited his mate's arrival. "No," he murmured, his gaze shifting between her eyes, "You did the right thing by coming here. You brought the most important person to me, and I cherish her deeply." He chuckled softly as he took a sip of his drink.

Dimitra had no reply to that as she whirled around and rushed towards the door to escape me. “The Moon Goddess forgot to pair me. There is no fated mate for me!” She cried in pain, closing the door after her. I slumped onto the chair in defeat. Dimitra was the most stubborn woman I had ever met. At the ripe age of twenty-four, she had lost all hopes of meeting her fated mate. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer to the kind goddess. ‘Please unite Princess Dimitra with her fated mate and release me, goddess! I need to go back to my Lyra.’

Dimitri sighed. Taron nodded quickly. “So, where is her mother’s grave?” Dimitri asked, reclining on his chair in deep thought. “St Josephine Diem church, Seville, Spain,” Taron informed. “Spain?” Dimitri asked, “Why in Spain?” Taron shook his head. “She was from London, Whitakers in Romania,” Dimitri wondered, “why Spain though!” “No idea, my lord, I will try to find it from Kira,” Taron replied.

the maid is too nervous to speak. “Come on, tell us what you want,” uncle Vlad says. “There is someone here looking for mr. Dimitri…” the maid announces timidly. “Who is it, Martha?” Dimitri asks narrowing his eyes, who could it be? Not many people know where the complex is located. “Ms. Tatiana Petrova,” the maid replies.

Her eyes flickered red when she looked at Tessa again. Tessa looked terrified but stayed rooted to her spot, like she was scared that one move will be the end of her. "I'm not sure if a fair Lady such as yourself will be able to stomach what I'm about to do to her." Dimitri flirted with the Lady. And she let out a fake ass laugh and placed her hands with freakishly long nails on his chest and trailed them down to his crotch suggestively, "oh, you underestimate me, Prince Dimitri. I believe that we could punish this slave as foreplay and then we can have our own fun," and then she circled Tessa's breasts with the tips of her nails, "and maybe she can join in the fun later too."

They entered the room and gazed at the person in the coffin. “Wow, so beautiful! She looks so young, about 17 or 18,” Clarice commented. “Why is she here? What had she done?” she asked, confused, trying to figure out what the young woman could have done to earn a spot in the hibernation chamber among the forsaken vampires. “Take a guess at what this young lady has done in her short time here on earth,” Demetria said, fixing her gaze on the girl’s beautiful face. “Um, did she poison her family? Her entire relatives?” Clarice replied, trying to make a guess.

"My darling nephew finally brought a woman home!" Before I could protest, I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. "You're so beautiful! I'm Matilde btw, Dimi's aunt." "She's not my girlfriend, aunt Matilde, and you can release her now. She can't breathe," came Dimitri's calm voice. "Oh, hehe. Sorry, sorry." She finally let go and turned to her nephew. "So what? She will be. I'm gonna start looking for the wedding cake already. It's good to be ready, right? Hehe. Benson, where's my sesame chicken?"