Lady Dimitrescu Fanfic Novels & Stories

He tried to get involved as little as possible, let the priestess and women do whatever they wanted and gave himself up to the drinking for a few more days. When Szafir got the girl out of the car, Aram thought so, the situation could always get worse. She was very different from anything he had imagined, looked very young, but they had guaranteed that she had already turned eighteen. She had pale skin and a fragile constitution. Her hair was impressive when first seen, of a grayish tone, as if reflecting the moonlight. Her name was Lucine, his uncle had mentioned.

Somebody, just kill me now, at least I'd die knowing the love of my life knew I existed. “We didn't bump heads that hard for you to go all mute on me, did we?” I vaguely heard him say with a chuckle. I snapped out of my senses and laughed with him, my voice so high and flirty, I barely believed it was mine. “Yeah, yeah. I'm Lucia. You must be Dylan Thomas. Oh wait, why did I say it like that? You're so famous, I'm sure the rats here at Serenity High even know who you are.”

Especially for petty reason like how Dimitri was an illegitimate child, that kind of reason was only shit in Vincent’s eyes. “Looks like the days of the youngest princess of Leonhart Grand Duchy had are quite eventful.” Chuckling softly, Vincent made such comment after reading the information quite a bit. His eyes filled with the love that seemed like it was going to overflow, the smile on his face was so gentle that people might think that they saw a different person instead of the cold first prince. Seeing such expression on Vincent’s face, Dimitri asked the question that was on his mind the moment he received the order to search the news about Lady Audelia.

She thought that it will be alright as long as she won’t say anything, but they used her innocence to lure her down. “ Young master Dye, the lady from Caprus is here. “ One of the men spoke while facing a red door. No one answered but as soon the the door slit open, a long slender hands pulled the lady inside. It was quick and no one even saw what was inside the hidden room. One man in white waited outside the door for minutes and the rest walked back to their areas in order to continue their specific works.

Despite not having a window the room was fairly lit by some lightshrooms placed at the ceiling. “I apologize for barging in without any permission. I apologize as well for not giving a formal introduction. My name is Elizabeth Florentina Alutreta, first born of Lady Odagaia “Mother of the Forest” It is a pleasure to meet Avaritia’s youngest royal knight and the person dubbed as The Reaper” She calmly introduced herself, bowing her head as she spoke. Both hands were placed above her long silky nightgown. Her skin glowed like the moon while her gown was illuminated by the lightshrooms above them

But before I could step away, her voice cut through the air like a whip. “And remember, Daciana, a princess does not rush like a commoner. Walk with the grace that befits your title.” I slowed my pace but as soon as I was beyond her sight, I hastened to my chambers, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as the heavy door clicked shut behind me. “Daciana” a feminine voice shrieked startling me for a minute. It was then I realized I had company. “You still haven’t abandoned your old habits, have you?” she teased, rising to embrace me. It was my cousin Princess Avery. "I thought you were done skulking around the castle with that... contraption.”

"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." My head tilted while thinking. "Cousin?" Maybe she was Dimitri's relative. But Lucio called her Ms. Hert if I was not mistaken. "Girlfriend?" I groaned. Maybe she was one of Dimitri's women. Why would that jerk force me to be his wife, wherein fact, there was a woman who can match his standard. Then I chuckle. Wake up, Emily! He does not need a wife, he needs a slave, or should I say, a sex slave, although he did not actually have sex with me.

As we sat and began eating Graham looked up at me. “So when you leaving that shit hole Harper?” “Soon. I will, I’ll get out of there soon.” Dimitri grabbed my leg and squeezed it as if to say don’t do that. “Well if you and Dimitri get serious you’ll have to leave.” “Graham,” Latisha growled across the table. “Why?” Dimitri asked. Oh fuck Graham shut the fuck up. “Because it’s a strip club mate,” he chuckled and I regret thinking Graham was a nice guy. “Who wants their girlfriend to be a stripper?” Latisha looked at me, she looked devastated.

~ DIMITRI ~ If looks could kill, Luca, Dimitri's father, would have turned to ashes but he matched Dimitri's open aggressiveness with one of his own glares. “What are you doing here?” He hissed. Luca grinned, drawing his wife closer to him by the waist. “Nothing really. Just passed by and I decided to greet my beloved son.” Dimitri's gaze shifted to his stepmother whose blue-green eyes are fixed on him with distaste. “And her?”

Damien still holding my phone, while I still try to get away from these two evil minds. What did dad do to have such horrible boys?! Pushing me inside the limo with full force, Damien threw my phone at me, "here, call your friend, what's her name again?" he said, making it a little less hell for me, for at least letting me ask my friend for help, "it's Nicole! -- where are we going anyway?" I reminded him. "We are going to a party," Damien said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey in the limo, which I hate because alcohol usually makes both of them twice an asshole.