Lady Dimitrescu Genderbent Novels & Stories

Then he walked to where his friend was and said, "Let’s go." As soon as my door closed, I released a breath. After a few minutes of them leaving, I could still smell Dimitri outside, so I went to see why by my window. And to my horror there stood a female version of Dimitri in all her glory. Her eyes were exactly the same colour as his- stormy grey. They even had the same hair. Then she flicked her wrists and I watched Dimitri and his friend start falling instantly. She had knocked them out. I didn't even realise that I was screaming Dimitri’s name, until I saw her looking directly at me.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

She seemed so sweet and nice, how the hell did she get entangled with this mafias. "I'm Gemini. I was sent by master Dimitri to bring you fresh clothes for today. I didn't really know what size you used so I just so i just went with mine. But don't worry I have a feeling it's gonna fit" She explained. So Dimitri was the one that sent the clothes. Wow, that was thoughtful of him considering he just yelled at me and called me his prisoner last night. "Thanks and please just call me Natalie. There's no need for the formalities." I gave her a small smile. I was getting really uncomfortable by the formalities.

He cried out and rolled away from her, curling into a miserable ball. "Get up." Charlotte grasped his arm and jerked him to his feet. Gone was the self-assured and cherubic man I'd met, the confident and angelic leader of the misguided Chosen of the Light. Instead he trembled in fear, hunched forward, clutching the ribs Charlotte damaged. "Tell them." The weregirl grasped him by the chin, her wolf eyes locked on his face. His voice wavered as he spoke, but he was clearly understandable. "I am Demitrius Strong, and Batsheva Moromond is my mistress."

Ok I admit it…she is really hot when she is angry and physically harassing my enemies but I will just keep that piece of Information to myself. " Well my lady …I see that you do not remember me , I got to say…I am slightly offended, ok maybe a whole lot offended but that is fine. Let me introduce myself. The names Creed… vampire lord Dimitri Creed . My apologies for my hooligan like behavior my lady, I promise it will not happen again,"

Elena pov "What are you doing here?" The voice froze me in place. Lady Dimitri. Sharp. Cold. Lethal. She stood at the far end of the corridor, arms crossed, her black robes swirling around her ankles like smoke. Her eyes were narrowed, calculating, and even from this distance, I could feel the oppressive weight of her presence. Think fast. She didn’t recognize me from yesterday. I dipped my head slightly and gave the smallest, most innocent curtsy I could muster. “I got turned around, my lady. I was delivering a tray from the kitchens and took a wrong turn.”

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.

“Okayyyy four years of experience…” With his hacking skills, he decided to run his own more intense background information on Sara so he won't have a miniature version of Mara. Sara was revealed to be a lesbian who was disowned by her mother after a bi-curious bishop daughter accused her of ra*ing her when she was indeed bi-curious and they'd had sex. Somehow somehow, part of her story reminded him of him. Sighing, Dimitri leaned back into his chair, hand on his chin, eyes closed. He let out a loud exhale and picked up the telephone on his table. He dialed the HR team while his fingers flew across his keyboard, typing the draft of his own makeshift cold email.

I introduced myself also and sat back, waiting for him to say what he had to say. "You know, when I heard the Two Moon's Pack had a new Alpha, I didn't think it would be a woman", Lord Dimitri laughed. I let him go on laughing like anything was funny, "and then I heard it was a woman, I had to see for myself. Like wow, Aiden let a woman bring him down". "I suggest you watch your mouth kind sir", I slurred, visible irritated, "I just hope you didn't make me come all the way here, only to waste my time and no one asked for your opinion".

The short elevator ride took Elena to the top floor, the highest level which only the most influential people in power could afford, Except if one managed to hack into the system and create a profile for herself. Elena slipped the masquerade ball mask that had been given to her, and as soon as the doors slid open, she walked into the dimly lit Hall, The one where an orgy was currently going on. She swallowed the urge to gag when she saw two older men push their cocks into a tight asshole, ignoring the screams of the masked woman. Shit, it was... "Lost your way, young lady?" At the sound of that voice, Elena turned sharply to the left, and stared into the blue eyes of the vile Dimitri Ivan.