Lavinia Dxd Novels & Stories

Lavinia stood at the window of the living room, arms crossed, watching the street below. Behind her, the bedroom door was locked. She had taken Luca's phone the moment he tried to send that message. She'd been fast enough to catch only the first few words before she grabbed it, and she'd turned the key in the lock before he could get past her. He'd shouted at her through the door for a while. She'd stopped listening. She turned away from the window and pressed her fingers to her temple. Three days ago, Neil Dawson had shown up at her door.

My chest tightened, and the pain intensified as they stayed silent, refusing to respond. I quickly walked toward them, not minding that my shoes were getting muddy. I didn't care about the dirt because I wanted clarity. As I approached them, the pain grew sharper when I saw Alex gently holding Lavinia's waist, guiding her through the muddy path. Lavinia's face was radiant, seemingly enjoying Alex's attention. "Xander... I can't walk like this. It's muddy. Why can't you just lift me?" She said it playfully. Alex took a deep breath and was about to lift her when they both turned in my direction.

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

Lavinia asked, her voice louder than usual as she applied makeup, trying to mask her own insecurity. "We couldn’t sleep well—whose fault might that be?" Zara mumbled softly, rubbing her eyes. "Ah... I’m so excited, I can’t believe that today I’m officially taking over Dimon’s companies," Lavinia exclaimed, her enthusiasm in stark contrast to her friends’ fatigue. "Of course..." Zara murmured, yawning. "Let’s go!" Lavinia said, brimming with energy, while Zara dozed off every two seconds and Samuel struggled to keep his eyes open, looking like a stylish zombie in his suit.

My mind could not help wondering back to this morning and the shock in the shower. But something in me was stopping me from saying it. It was like I couldn’t tell them because of something. “Someone's done with breakfast!” Davina teased with a small smile on her face as she jumped down from the counter where she was. Looking at her delicate hands but good muscles, I knew she would make a strong wolf. “Let's go! It’s ten already.” André said tapping the counter where Davina had just come down from. I nodded and stood up, removing the serviette, and cleaned my mouth.

“I look forward to it.” As the evening progressed, Lavinia found herself not just settling into her role, but excelling at it. She conversed easily with the other guests, drawing on her extensive reading and her years of observing high-society interactions from the periphery. When asked about her background, she spoke confidently about her education and her work at Wynthorne Enterprises, positioning herself as an accomplished professional rather than merely Henry’s assistant.

He whispers, “Do what you need to, to secure the female, and I promise you will have me all to yourself for the weekend. I will show you the love you crave.” “Promise, Master?” “Promise.” Lavinia nods and then steps out of his arms and gets ready to get to work and open the Boutique to the public. Lavinia is a little surprised when the door chimes and the closed sign is still on the door. Thinking that it might be some of her Master males, she walks cautiously to the front and lets out a sigh of relief when she sees the other assistant Brooke walking toward the counter. Lavinia was glad when it wasn't Bianca. She had become a good friend to Lavinia and didn't want to have to use her vampire

It wasn't a busy day at her shop as she had one or two people walking in to buy ice cream. "So, I like Derrick, is that a reason to sell me off to a man you just met today? Do you even know him?" Lyla retorted "Derry McClean, son of Victor McClean, a world-famous business tycoon. He owns ten hotels, and sixteen estates across the world, he is even building more estates. He supported many young entrepreneurs to build their businesses. I would not be surprised if he owns the house you are living in," Angelina said and Lyla's eyes widened.

“Fine. Then chew upon this: considering my uncle’s injuries, who must have been helping Lavinia? Or what exactly is she?” Chartreuse promised to think, which meant interrogating all the Tevarrians we had available. After my letter, they had already been locked up, including Lavinia’s own father, who hadn’t had time to run away. After that, I didn’t need to worry anymore. A day would be enough for Chartreuse to interrogate Lavinia’s father—we had good torturers in the palace—learn that his daughter was half-vampire, and question him about his genius plan.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.