Novel & Cerita Lady Dimitrescu Fanfiction

I don’t know where this confidence was coming from, highly doubtful Dimitris was sharing anything or able to share anything other than contempt so I accepted this confidence. “I’m going to leave. Yvet.” I turned back to her, “Care to show me where this scholar is?” “Miss.” She bowed and held out her hand toward the door. Dimitris’s lips twitched involuntarily with a smile and that’s when they both broke, “I will see you later.” “Cheeky son.” She glared. “I think it’s finally two against one.” “More fair of a match for you dear.” She leaned back allowing the air to settle, “I must say she is a lovely compliment to your sour demeanor.”

the question rolled off his tongue, his thumb forcing its way into my mouth. My breath hitched, but I hid it beneath a small, practiced smile. “I think my opinion doesn’t matter.” Dimitri tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Smart answer. But it’s not what I asked.” He was testing me. Every question was a trap, every pause a chance for me to hang myself. I needed to keep my lies believable. He couldn’t know that the real Celestine DeLuca was dead. So I dropped my gaze, feigning shyness. “I think… I hope I can make you happy, Dimitri.”

She turned around on the dresser stool. She stared at him, sitting on a low shelf in her vanity room. “I did not say she was not beautiful. And that body..” “Are you crazy?” Dimitra finally screamed, cutting him off, suddenly feeling old and insecure. “Hold your pearls honey. We have unicorns all the time.” He said. “What are you so worked up about?” “She is my nephew’s wife. Hell no, we cannot have a threesome with her.” She stood up and walked towards him.

I slowly loosened my grip on Dimitri's wrist as my mind stumbled over what I was seeing. Elara was actually standing in front of an omega, protecting him like her own life depended on it. Was I dreaming, or were the rumours… true? If she truly loved Caz, then why had she been trying to seduce Victor with her false smiles and lies? Dimitri’s face twisted, his voice exploding like thunder. “You are disgracing yourself, girl! You are the heir of Nightbreeze, and you dare throw yourself in front of an omega? Have you lost your damn mind?”

Emir didn't realize, too engrossed in his surroundings, that he had bumped into Riel who had stopped in front of him. "Sorry!" Emir exclaimed. Riel pointed towards the gazebo. "Ms. Dumitrese is waiting for you there." Emir felt his chest beat hard. He had heard stories about Sera Dumitrese. Would he taste that woman's cruelty today? "Hurry up!" scolded Riel, impatient with Emir who remained silent. Emir crossed the bridge to the gazebo. He immediately looked down when he saw the female figure there. He had never seen Sera in person. Was it really Sera? If true, what a beautiful woman she was. It didn't really fit what she was called.

She has been wanting to approach her for a long time, but in the few months since she's been here, Elle doesn't think she's seen her more than twice. “Yes, luna! I am Philip’s mate. My name is Dimitra, ”she says, holding out her hand. "Dimitra?" Elle wonders about this name so little found in this area. To be honest, her look is slightly different. She has a slightly olive complexion and long black hair. Her eyes are very black and her lips are fleshy and full. You have to admit that Philip has an extremely beautiful mate and they make a great pair. He is tall and sturdy, almost as tall as Morris and Michael, but Philip looks even more muscular than the two, and Dimitra is tall and athletic.

"So you see, whatever the moon goddess thinks she's doing right now, she's made a mistake. I'm not someone worth choosing. I'm not someone worth anything." I expected him to look uncomfortable. I expected him to reconsider, the way people always did when they realized how much damage had already been done to me. Instead, Zander Cane slowly lowered himself down onto one knee in front of me. My breath caught. He looked up at me from that position, this powerful, legendary Lycan King kneeling in the dirt of the woods as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Tana." He said my name like he had always known it. "What was done to you was cruel. And whoever did it to you was a fool."

“You fell asleep right after coming back from the dungeon. This scratch is from the Undead. It tried to attack me during one of the past interrogations. I told you, I am a gentleman but your expressions are so funny that I-” A pillow comes flying at him but he dodges it with ease. He smiles shamelessly at Roseanne’s enraged expression, amused by her actions. “GET OUT!” For the second time in two days, Dmitri finds himself kicked out by his angry mate. The guards outside watch as their mighty Lycan Duke is thrown out of his chamber by his tiny human mate. Leo, who is passing by, also saw the commotion and sighs. “One of these days, he will be kicked out of the castle,” he remarks, shaking his

What started as an innocent action to wipe a thread of cheese from her lips turned to something else when his skin made contact with hers. Dimitri sighed and picked up his phone, staring at her name. She was one of the first numbers at the top. It was easy. He could call, invite her. “You can’t be doing this Dimitri.” “Hm?” Vienna stirred. “Nothing, princess, go back to sleep.” He threw his phone behind him and flopped back unto the sofa. He wasn't twenty-eight anymore. He had done this before, and he wouldn't see himself go through it again. Ayesha was his friend, and there were a million and ten reasons she should remain that way.

She smiled at Lady Caramia's victory, not only because she was a part of Lord Dimitri's House, but because she was glad she put that obnoxious bird in her place. Lord Dimitri had been at the bar last night, but he hadn't shown up like he promised. She could remember the taste of him and the feel of him. How she had wanted him to mark her the way vampires did so she could in turn mark him the way fairies did! When he showed self restraint, she had allowed it, because he had promised they would discuss everything after the ball.