Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

I'd almost forgot that he didn't know everyone and feel completely comfortable just sitting down with the rest of us. "Oh, yeah. Guys, this is Guardian Belikov." I beckoned him forward. "Guardian Belikov, this is Novice Edison Castile, Novice Mason Ashford, Lord Christian Ozera, and Princess Vasilisa Dragomir. Ow!" Lissa kicked me under the table when I used her full name and title. I glared at her but she ignored me and gave her full attention to Dimitri. "Call me Lissa." She stood and offered her hand. Dimitri accepted it and gave a gallant bow.

"Please, follow The man walked ahead, the other male following behind as Leonidas looked around, staring at the empty walls that held no painting and wondered how anyone could live in such a dreary place before they reached the Common room and he saw Right in the middle of the Castle, she was standing at the table, her hair in a bun with some strands dancing in ringlets over her face and a turtleneck long sleeve gray dress that brought out her trim figure perfe She did not look at "Welcome, Lord Aetos." She said, "I hope your trip here was pleas Dimitris gave her a small smile. "A little bit bumpy, I am afr Her eyes held a mischievous look in them as she said, "Would you rather I help soothe

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

the lady finished and Ayra snapped her head towards the woman. To say she was shocked would have been an understatement as she looked at the man in front of her with eyes as wide as saucers. She couldn’t fathom the thought that this man was Dimitri Vittori. Since none of the doctors introduced themselves, she didn’t know she would get to work with the well-known Dr. Dimitri Vittori. But the more she thought about it, the more she got scared.

Dimitri sighed. Taron nodded quickly. “So, where is her mother’s grave?” Dimitri asked, reclining on his chair in deep thought. “St Josephine Diem church, Seville, Spain,” Taron informed. “Spain?” Dimitri asked, “Why in Spain?” Taron shook his head. “She was from London, Whitakers in Romania,” Dimitri wondered, “why Spain though!” “No idea, my lord, I will try to find it from Kira,” Taron replied.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

He grunted and held her, deepening their kiss, no gentleness in his response. When he lifted his head, he growled against her throat, “Dmitri’s niece. A woman named Jana Rudenko.” His Woman raised her large eyes, wide with apprehension, as she looked at him, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat, fear in her expression. Lucien Delano grunted, “She’s in the US, woman. Out to ruin me and mine.” He lifted the tumbler of whiskey and sipped, holding her frightened eyes with his.

She says the last part while flashing me a grin. Finally. Someone that agrees with me on something. Gaining my composure, I pat my hair as I walk towards the almost motionless man. I place the sole of my heels above his eyes and dig it into eyes. He's not dead yet but he will soon so he should feel pain. Have a little taste of your medicine douchebag. “Who are you?” I ask the lady who's still kicking the man. “Me? Dimitra. Dimitra Vicenzo.” “Vicenzo?”