Novelas y relatos de Lady Dimitrescu

I am the young lady of the vampire house of Kaelaris. Having reached marriageable age, I chose, from a stack of portraits, the eldest son of the human family Norefax. My family indulged my preference and arranged our engagement, awaiting the day of my wedding. I do not drink red wine, but for the sake of human ceremony, I secretly went out—without telling my family—to select a rare century-aged vintage, intending to prepare it for the engagement ritual. The woman beside me glanced at the cabinet I had pointed to and immediately instructed the sales associate, “That bottle looks quite fine. Let me have a look.”

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

The way he had shoved me away like he was afraid of his own feelings. He was afraid. Dimitrio De Luca, the most powerful mafia lord in Rome, was afraid. The door swung open without warning. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. A woman stood in the doorway. She was tall and elegant, with dark hair swept up in an elaborate style and eyes that glittered with cold amusement. She wore a silk dress that probably cost more than everything I had ever owned. And she was looking at me like I was something she had scraped off her shoe.

Derek and Leon stared at Dimitri as he entered with the woman. She had tan skin and long, curly hair. When Dimitri turned toward them, the woman followed his gaze. She was wearing a beautiful, glittering pink dress. She gave Dimitri a long kiss, and the two exchanged a few quick words before the woman left. Dimitri walked over to them with a smile on his face, sat down in the chair across from them, and calmly poured himself some wine.

Meanwhile, Juliet follows her. "Wow, spaghetti!" Alexandra exclaims while she opens the plate, she quickly picks up a fork. "Madam, wait!" Juliet says while she pushes Alexandra out of her way. Meanwhile, Alexandra who looks so flaggabested turns to her in rage. "Why are you looking at me? I'm I your maid? Haven't you succeeded in chasing all the helpers that work here away? Why don't you chase the gateman too! I woke up so early to prepare this meal, you were busy sleeping like a queen. Sorry, madam. I prepared this food for myself." Juliet says while she drags the fork away from Alexandra, who still looked shocked.

“My name is Fretilla Lecarde. You already met my mother, Lady Emilia Lecarde.” “Oh, yes, I did meet your mother upon having a meeting with sir Ciel.” Vastria could only think bad thoughts. She could only think about how much rudeness she had to deal with through the night. Lady Fretilla returned her attention to Remus smiling. “Remus, honey, you really cannot be serious about this demon girl.” Vastria tried to ignore the vampire and turned her attention to the other vampires. “How about you three?” Lady Fretilla paused and stared at Vastria then looked to the other vampires. “This here is…”

Well, of course, it was one of the qualities of the Earl of Verindale. With no further ado, Dynirho moved on having the woman puts cure on his trouble of not knowing her name. “By the way, I would like to introduced to you my lovely muse, Lady Emily Emmerson of Verindale,” Lord Syford composedly introduced, laying the foundation of his tricks. Now, it was by default that random lady would have to introduced herself too to Emily and to him as well, who doesn’t actually know nor remember her at all. “Oh! Emily, what a lovely name. My name is Carlotta August-Chandler, the duchess of Feladencia. It was nice meeting you.” Finally, his thirst for her name was satisfied. Now, they have to find them

"My darling nephew finally brought a woman home!" Before I could protest, I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. "You're so beautiful! I'm Matilde btw, Dimi's aunt." "She's not my girlfriend, aunt Matilde, and you can release her now. She can't breathe," came Dimitri's calm voice. "Oh, hehe. Sorry, sorry." She finally let go and turned to her nephew. "So what? She will be. I'm gonna start looking for the wedding cake already. It's good to be ready, right? Hehe. Benson, where's my sesame chicken?"

Katheryn and Acheros had arrived at the mansion. From the moment they got in the car until they were in front of the main door, Katheryn kept her cynical face on. But her cynical face looked even more sinister when she heard what the butler said, "Sir, Miss Nicolette has come here and is waiting for you now in the living room." Acheros nodded his head. He turned his head back to look at Kath, but the woman quickly walked past him. Seeing that, Acheros could only take a deep breath.

But before her hand could land, it was held in a firm grip. "So all this was your plan, right? To expose me in front of all the guests and turn me into a disgrace, right?" Lily asked. "I already told you that this child is not yours, why did you have to do this to me?" Lily said as she cried. Melissa and Marcela, who ascended the stairs, were shocked stiff. A maid woke them up and told them that Lily was having stomach cramps and was in so much pain that she was crying. They had immediately rushed downstairs without even changing their pajamas, they did not expect to come across something like that!