Novel & Cerita Lady Dimitrescu Fanfiction

Madeline’s POV Dimitri lifted my hand and kissed it. “Are you sure, princess?” he asked. “I can go in there by myself.” I shook my head and took a deep breath. “No,” I said. “I am a Luna and I need to do this.” Dimitri groaned and I looked at him, furrowing my eyebrows. Did I say something wrong? “How does everything you say turn me on so fucking much?” he mumbled. I chuckled and shook my head. Dimitri rolled his eyes playfully and opened the door to Mike’s house.

she instructed me. I did as she said, following the young woman into another room, where a window showed a well appointed room. Dimitri was unconscious on top of the bed, hooked up to some appliances. He looked so fragile there, my greatest wish was to go in, lie down next to him, and not leave him for a second. But I knew that this wish was impossible. " Your sister-in-law told us about the engagement, congratulations," Nádia commented observing me. " Thank you," I once again experienced that nostalgic feeling.

"My darling, I will marry you to Paman Frego's son. This time, there will be no more objections or anything Mommy wants to hear. Remember that, Demitri. And in a week, there will be a family meeting, and you must come, or Mommy will be very angry with you!" After banging the table, a middle-aged woman left the office of a man named Demitri. Watching her go, Demitri sighed heavily, his gaze displeased.

"We can go anywhere you want. What do say to lunch later at a restaurant I just discovered? If you don't want to do lunch, we could go somewhere you like. You must be bored seating in the house all day. Isn't that what you tell me all the time? How come you're refusing to go out now?" A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I suspected exactly what was going on. I was willing to bet that Dimitri really didn't just want to go out for the fun of it. For instance, I could tell from the way he was currently looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in this world. There was pride there, a sort of boyish excitement that I didn't think I had ever seen on Dimitri's face. He wanted t

Victoria’s lipstick, unmistakably. “Told you,” Tisha said, nodding diplomatically. Isolde gave Dimitri a cold look as he sat beside her. “You slept with a maid at Vlad’s place just to plant that bug?” she asked sarcastically. Panic was written all over Dimitri’s face, like he had just escaped death. “Worse,” Dimitri hissed, rubbing his face, clearly exhausted. “You slept with the head maid?” Tisha guessed. Dimitri quickly flipped her off, his face annoyed. “The important thing is that the listening device is safely in place.”

“Permit me to introduce to you the Future Luna of the Gray Moon Pack, Lucy Hart…” Cheers erupted as I staggered back in shock. Lucy? Of all the women he could choose from, it had to be the one who made my life miserable. She descended the stairs with such grace that one would never believe she was a bully. She moved to his side and they locked arms. My chest tightened as I focused on their interlocked hands. “She is beautiful, cultured and strong enough to lead our pack to greater heights,” Levi said and the crowd cheered in agreement. I didn't realize I was crying until the tears rolled down my cheeks.

“You may come inside, Miss Greta.” After Greta uses her connections to go to Alodie's territory, the girl is finally allowed to meet Marquis Curtis after Greta mentions that she brought news about Ariana. By the butler of the Alodie residence, Greta was brought into the private residence of Marquis Curtis. The butler escort her into the living room, where Marquis Curtis had been waiting for the girl there.

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.

Damien’s POV I was just finishing up my documents when someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said without looking up. “Oh, Damien. Always working!” I looked up, irritated. “Why are you here?” “Don’t be such a jerk, Damien.” She walked toward me and leaned over on the table, showing her cleavage. I looked sideways and then down at my paper, shattering her intentions. “Stop working!” She said excitedly so and was about to take my document away when I caught her hand in between. “You should walk out of here,” I said with a dark voice.

One of them came up to Dimitri and sat on his lap as she grinded her ass on his dick. "So what's been going on?" Dante asked. "Well, mission for daddy Bat. The target is insanely hot and I swear, I'm going to lay that before I'm done with the mission." Dimitri said. "What brings you here?" "Business, Bro." Dante replied. Dimitri nodded and took another puff put of his cigarette. "Want a drink?" "Yeah." Dimitri replied. A bartender came to their side and offered them drinks. The woman who had been dancing on Dimitri's lap had left due to his irresponsive nature.