Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

Three years later. The wind in Burkeen howled, dragging snowflakes along the pavement. The heavy car door was pulled open with respectful precision. I tightened the sable coat around my body as I stepped out. Arthur's arms were strong and steady as he held our two-year-old daughter, Emily Graham. Our private driver jogged forward, holding up a large black umbrella to shield us from the snowstorm. Up ahead, a hoarse voice hawked, "Handmade soaps! Lavender and rose oil—"

I hadn’t glossed over the fact that she made no noise while walking, something that probably took years of training. Lucian reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the scarf we had found. We hadn’t settled down as the woman had urged us to. We stood at the lavish dining area, standing tall with our guards high. The old lady son returned with three glasses of what I assumed was tea. The steam fanned through the air. She gazed at us with half lidded eyes, expression no longer soft but lank and serious. “I’m sorry to say this, boys, but Master Dimitri is no more, despite the rumours going around.” She said as she dropped the tray on the table.

Victoria’s lipstick, unmistakably. “Told you,” Tisha said, nodding diplomatically. Isolde gave Dimitri a cold look as he sat beside her. “You slept with a maid at Vlad’s place just to plant that bug?” she asked sarcastically. Panic was written all over Dimitri’s face, like he had just escaped death. “Worse,” Dimitri hissed, rubbing his face, clearly exhausted. “You slept with the head maid?” Tisha guessed. Dimitri quickly flipped her off, his face annoyed. “The important thing is that the listening device is safely in place.”

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Colorful Butterflies were everywhere around them and finally they the figure of a female standing a little farther away tending to the plants. "Who are you?" Lucifer asked. His memory is telling him that he know this lady. He heard her voice. It is so familiar but he cannot remember her. "I never thought you would forget about me so soon son" she teased him. "Forgive my poor memory, my lady. You must have slipped my mind. Will you please show yourself" he requested softly with respect. "Still very polite I see" she laughed. Lucifer blushed but remained quiet. "How have you been King Darius, or should I call you Prince Azzazal?" She asked, her smile evident in her voice.

Finrod nodded. The king reached for her hand, kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, “What is your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” “Please bless my kingdom, Lady Ellaine.” He really believed her to be some kind of godsend savior. She stood there, motionless. She didn’t know what to do yet the king was still kneeling in front of her. She glanced at Margarette who motioned for her to lay her hands on the king’s head. And she did. “King Erfand, mighty ruler of the centaurs, the Virsathen is in high spirits. I bless you so that your kingdom may continue to prosper and fortify.”

I am talking about steak and mashed potatoes, the works, she was all in' "Thanks, Linda" Elijah replied, focused on his laptop screen. She put her weight onto one foot and leaned, placing her hands on her hips. She really knew how to do her stuff. Linda, that was his assisstant's name. Oh right!. I heard Emilio talking about her to Chef once, the two warmed up to each other and gossiped a lot. Typical of Emilio to know everybody's business, I'm surprised he's not gay, no offense, I'm just saying.

Liam cleared his throat and turned the screen "Her name is Skyler Stander, word is she's a countess, bitten by the legendary Vlad Dracul himself back in the day" "That makes her what? The queen of England? The empress of Japan? What makes her special?" "She carries the same pro's and con's Vlad has, he made her into his image..." Liam gave Danté a smirk "She can't even die, maybe you should give this babe a slip Exavier" "You do refunds?" Danté asked squinting at him. "No" Liam said chuckling.

“Well now you’ve gathered here. I have announced to my invitation that there would be a couple dance game and whether it may be contemporary or ballet. The prize is going a 3 days staycation at the Elite Mangrove and of course sponsored by Mr. Alex Vasilev. Aside from that we all know Mr. Vasilev as a danseur with his own ballet school. He has an upcoming ballet concert as well and he is open for the auditions. You might as well get the chance to be invited.” Anita announced and Catherine now realized that Dex and the others are now wearing their ballet shoes. Well not everyone but a few of them. “Who are you partnered with?” Catherine whispered to Lyra. “Oh, I’m not going to join. I just fe