Lady Dimitrescu Genderbent Novels & Stories

Dimitri suddenly said as he pulled his pants up, “Be my woman. I will not have any night services from other women anymore except for the ritual.” “I will not be your woman,” Amanda replied with conviction, feeling kind of disappointed as she pulled her night dress back up, “I will never be anybody’s woman. I am my own person.” “Too bad,” Dimitri replied as he turned away from Amanda to sleep, “The ritual would not allow another round. But I would like to do it more often with you in the future. But I guess not.” Amanda turned towards the opposite direction.

The four bodyguards guarding outside the room immediately bowed their heads in respect for Acheros. "Tsk! Damn it! Let him go! What are you doing?! Why are you so rude to women?!" Aric, who saw his lover being carried like that, of course, did not accept it. He rebelled again, but damn it, the four bodyguards of Acheros immediately paralyzed his movement so that he really couldn't rebel.

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.

He nods and she saw him mentally straightening his back. Dimitri plants a kiss on her head, “That’s my queen.” He says proudly, and she felt her heart surge. Before her kidnapping, she would never have spoken to Alexei like that, but things are different now. She was no longer the shy server from Olivewood; Amy Douglas was dead. In her place stood Amaranthe Baranov, wife of a Bratva Pakhan. “Let’s go home.” She murmured and Dimitri lifted her from the wheelchair.

She bowed at him, unlike the usual norms where it was always the man who greeted the lady first. "Good evening, Lady Zaina." Dimitri greeted back and held out his hand for her take. Trying to compose herself as much as possible, Zania took his hand and kissed the back, much to her dismay. However, her obedient behavior brought a glint in the Lord's eyes. This was the first time the lady was following his orders without protesting and it made him jubilant.

“Help yourself.” Dimitri grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” Dimitri took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes sweeping over me before landing back on Alessandro. “So,” he drawled, “This is the woman who finally managed to tie down Alessandro Costello.” His lips twitched. “I have to admit, I expected someone... meaner.” I arched a brow, “And I expected someone taller.” Alessandro let out a low exhale, but Dimitri just laughed, “Oh, I like you, solnishko.”

PRINCESS DACIANA The laces of my corset tightened further, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I felt the rigid bones press into my ribs, forcing my spine to straighten. My chin lifted as if pulled by an invisible thread. The maids moved with swift precision around me, their deft fingers tugging, smoothing, and adjusting every fabric fold of my gown. The scent of lavender clung to the air, heavy from the sachets they had tucked into the crevices of my wardrobe.

Dimitri protested as she struggled, trying to free herself from their strong grips, but all her attempts were futile. Krisen’s eyes remained on Dimitri as he bit out word by word, “Females like you need to be guided.” “Indeed, Krisen, She must be a power hungry leach that goes from prey to prey. She is so shameless.” Elena hissed out in support. Although she would have preferred things to go the way she planned, this wasn’t so bad either. If Dimitri can be dealt with, the only person left will be Isha. Isha was reeling with joy within, but she still put on an act as her face turned pitiful. “It’s fine if she doesn’t want to fight, Krisen. You don’t have to lock her up because of me.”

I'd sent my spy to gather information about The Lord of the Rings, and I was delivered the most shocking news of my life. Camilla, the Lord of the Rings' boss, has died, and the newly appointed boss has been given to Cynthia De'Lacruz, also known as the Queen of Mafia. Everything now dawns on me the reason for her changes. It must be a hard phrase to pass through for her, I'm sure this is the time she will need me the most, now that she's passing through emotional challenges.

I could see every part of the garden from where I sat and the bonus was that I was constantly assaulted by the scent of blooming flowers. "It is beautiful," I commented. "The garden was the lifeblood of Dimitri's mother. After her passing, he made sure it never lost its glow in her remembrance." "I didn't know Dimitri was an orphan." "She was a halfling. Part Lycan. but mostly human. After the Kate king passed, her heart got weaker and she eventually joined him." "Were they fated mates?" I asked.