Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

It was quite easy to forget when no one ever called you by any other than ‘kid’. At first, she’d thought that Lady Elena was a rarity among the rich. How could a beautiful miss of a noble family take her under her own roof without asking more than just a few questions? However, it soon became clear that the lady wasn’t favored in her own family. Something horrible must have happened to her, because she always had trouble sleeping, and her back was covered with scars that no person should ever have. As someone who could discern right from wrong, Laila would do her best to serve the one person who offered her the possibility of a better life, and she would be happy with the godsend blessings t

The one woman he wanted to impress, but instead he was reduced to such a lousy state. "Princess of Lunaris, you'll pay for what you have done! Svantovit hear my plea and reduce that weakling princess to ashes!" Rage poured from Dimitri's eyes. Pointing the blade of his weapon straight at Luna, a large red spell circle appeared and dispelled a powerful attack aimed directly at her.

“Good evening.” Kumurap siya at lumingon dito. “Good evening too, Mr. Acemzade,” tugon niya dito na halos iniiwasan ang matiim na mga mata nito. She cleared her throat. “Uhm, if you excuse me, I’ll go ahead—” “How are you?” Bumilis ang tibok ng kaniyang puso sa tanong nito. “K-Kung hinahanap n’yo ho si Sir Dimitri, nandoon siya sa event kasama ni Ms. Lia at mga—”

Her eyes flickered red when she looked at Tessa again. Tessa looked terrified but stayed rooted to her spot, like she was scared that one move will be the end of her. "I'm not sure if a fair Lady such as yourself will be able to stomach what I'm about to do to her." Dimitri flirted with the Lady. And she let out a fake ass laugh and placed her hands with freakishly long nails on his chest and trailed them down to his crotch suggestively, "oh, you underestimate me, Prince Dimitri. I believe that we could punish this slave as foreplay and then we can have our own fun," and then she circled Tessa's breasts with the tips of her nails, "and maybe she can join in the fun later too."

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 panted, chest heaving. The woman hid a laugh. "Uh-oh," Kat murmured. "Emily is in trouble." Dimitri grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off my feet. "Make sure you try the vatrushka," he said nonchalantly. "Leila makes the best." Louis gave Dimitri an indecipherable look before Dimitri swung me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. I could fight him, but now his masculine scent surrounded me and confused my senses. His warmth soaked into my skin, forcing the resistance to melt within.

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.

*** Justin Back at the mansion, Xavier and I have just discovered that, Lady Candice is the one who killed Lord Cameron. “James where is Lady Candice?” but before he could answer, another one of Lord Cameron’s loyal guards whose name is Dimitri came up to us and answered the question. “Good evening, Xavier, Justin. We have Lady Candice held in one of the holding cells located under the Mansion.” we begin to walk to the cellar that leads us to the holding cells under the mansion.

Cedric was over the pain, but maybe the anger was still there. So he’d got his legal team to look into the document and to research this Luke Remington, and, sure enough, they’d turned up a daughter. It appeared that the girl—or rather woman now—lived with her father and had remained unmarried. Which had been all to the good. And then his team had handed him a photo of Miss Anna Remington, and it had felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. Because it turned out that the woman he’d met by the lake the week before was the same woman. Which made everything crystallize in his head.

“By Our Royal hand and decree: Lady Leonora of House Ashveil, being of a distinguished house, cultivated virtue, and noble character, is deemed a worthy match, a jewel befitting the royal household. She is hereby named Crown Princess of Royal City and is to be wed to our son and heir, Caelan, at the earliest auspicious occasion. Let her be an ornament to the royal house and a support to the succession.” After the decree was announced, Aldric remained kneeling, reeling in shock.