Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"This will let you die a slow and very painful death." Dimitra looked around for something to save herself, but nothing was in sight. She sobbed. The baseball club was lying a few feet away from her and she couldn't reach it as quickly as possible with the lady looking at her. She looked behind the lady and gasped. The lady turned to see what was giving her the reaction. Dimitra seized that opportunity and quickly grabbed the baseball club, but the lady turned before she could use it properly. It hit the lady's hand where the gun was, luckily, the gun fell and clattered to the floor. The lady was skilled, she quickly swung her other hand where the knife was and drove it into Dimitra.

It was bustling that day and I could see several of my men taking full advantage of their day off. We began walking over to some of them to say a quick hello when our course was halted by Lady Ozera. Her feet lodged in place and her crystal eyes lit up as she spotted something across the way—or I should say, someone. Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri.

Henry and I exchanged glances as we dashed to that room and gasped upon seeing Lady Rachellian pointing a rapier sword towards Demetrius' direction while Lord Claude was sitting on the couch's arm. "Niccolo..." Demetrius said as he looked at Niccolo before his eyes darted to me. "M-Mother..." I stepped forward. "Demetrius—" "Stay right there, Dominixe." I turned at Lady Rachellian or, must I say, Luna Queen Rachelle, who just spoke now. "Do not attempt to take another step. Even you, Niccolo." She sighed and turned to Demetrius. "You know you do not belong here," she said coldly.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

Maybe he was just like me, trapped, but one thing was for sure, One way or another I was going to find him. The door behind me swung open with a sudden rush, the hinges creaked and quickly I spun around, with my bow still poised, ready to attack. But it wasn't him instead, the stern form of my aunt stood in the doorway. Lady Blaire’ “What is this ridiculous display, Daciana?” she shrieked her voice dripped with disdain. "Must you persist with these childish antics? Put that weapon away before it becomes the subject of palace gossip.” I lowered the bow slowly, my hands trembling, though I tried to mask it with a quick bow of my own. “My apologies, Aunt Blaire,” I murmured. “I thought—”

He breathed out, and then he pressed a small, tender kiss on the bare skin of my shoulder blades, making me almost freeze in his arms. Before I could turn to meet his gaze, the huge entrance doors opened and a young woman who appeared to be in her twenties stood at the doorway. Her lips stretched into the brightest smiles. She greeted Dimitri with respect before her eyes curiously shifted to me. “It’s an honor having you join us tonight, Elena. I'm Evelina Bardoni,” She introduced. She was one of the Bardoni’s women, most probably a daughter. I shook her hand with a polite smile. “Thank you, Evelina,”

“Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?” Delilah stepped forward, fury and fear crashing in her eyes. “I know my mother, Damon. I know what she looks like. I’ve seen her picture on Giovanni’s desk. I saw her enough to recognize her anywhere, and I know that it was her. She touched Lysandra’s face like she. like she was hers. She was here to claim something that would morally be more dangerous than good.” Sienna didn’t say a word as Delilah spoke. She looked away from her, she looked away from me. She was completely lost. I saw it in her eyes.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.