Lissa Dragomir Novels & Stories

Giving him assurance about what I feel. "O-okay." His response seemed unconvincing. "So, where are we? May I know your name, miss?" he asked one more time and held my waist using his right arm. He pulled me closer to him which earned me a gasp in shock. "Ah— M-Magda," I stuttered. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. He slowly moved his face onto mine and then suddenly, he laughed softly. "It's your name here in the entertainment club, right? I bet it's not your real name," he said and drank the wine again. I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said.

Drago had seen her naked, even touched her, but she was half out of it when this had occurred. “I’m kidding,” he smiled,”Sort of.” Drago lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. “My dragon is growing restless, my love,” he lowered her to the bed,smiling as he lay down beside her.”He wants to meet his beautiful, alluring fiery haired goddess of a mate.” Drago positioned himself over her, his weight on his elbows, then bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I will not pressure you, though, Madchen,” he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this.”

I remained in place, casually leaning against my door, and seeing that she wasn't going to elicit any kind of reaction from me the old, pouty woman stormed off mumbling reproofs all the way down the hall. I let out a sigh and pushed my way into my room. It wasn't the first, and certainly wouldn't be the last, time I'd heard someone compare me to Lissa. Understandably so. She was the epitome of a Dragomir Princess. Her signature pale blonde hair and striking jade green eyes pinned her as Dragomir blood, but she also held her own unprecedented beauty that drew you in like a warm spring day. However, it wasn't just her beauty that made her remarkable, she was also graceful, polite, and above al

Lissa: “ So why did you want to exhort Gizella and it's not Cristiano! Yes, because that would be normal! Urge Cristiano to make Igor leave! Betina said nothing. Lissa looked at her: “ Because deep down you don't want Cristiano back! You want Igor! Betina: “ I like this Crsitiano! Lissa: “ That's Igor! He would even be able to kill for her! Betina said nothing. “ You are nothing more than a selfish person! “ Said Lissa, leaving. Embarrassed Betina said nothing. The reality is that she didn't love Cristiano. It was about wanting everything for herself and nothing more. She was used to being loved and not loving people. Lissa went to her room. WHEN entering the room he faced Alexandra. “You no

Louisa continued. "And that ...." Louisa stopped in her tracks, making Lyla also do the same as her. She stared at the pair of Louisa's eyes fixed towards a bench of mossy bricks near the park they passed, where there was a handsome young man; pale skin, haughty face, shoulder-length black hair neatly combed back, with keen eagle eyes, sitting there with two of his friends, who are both pale skinned. "Keegan Dragomir. Don't ever get in trouble with him. He's from the Dragomir family. And you know who they are." Louisa continued warning.

This sudden change pleasantly surprised me as I walked towards the couch and sat on it, Ares howled excitedly. “I only allowed to fuck you these women for release. But our Erasthai is the only one who deserves our love and affection. You can see why God Dragor has blessed us with Little Swan.” Although I hadn’t seen Lizette naked, I could guess her figure beneath her carefully worn clothes. She always covered her blossom with a jacket or scarf, proving the point Liana told me about her strong beliefs in the mate-bond.

Lissa straightened her posture and regally replied, "We're Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Mazur, and we would like to speak with Christian Ozera. Is he here?" "Yes. Please wait here, while I inform him of your presence." The steward turned on his heel and disappeared into the manor, leaving my stepsister and me to our treacherous thoughts. All the fears about Christian's fury came tumbling back and for a moment, I pondered sprinting to the carriage and returning to Mazur Manor with Lissa. However, the lie would never end, if we took that route, and I didn't want to deceive anymore. I couldn't.

Derry asked surprised. "Yes. It is the same person we are talking about. Lyla, that daughter of Jezebel. She is out to destroy me," Derrick confirmed for Derry almost in tears. Derrick already knew about Derry and Lyla because Luis had told him about them. So he was very much aware they were talking about the same woman, Lyla. "If I were you, I wouldn't give my heart to that monster," he said with an angry expression. "She would put it in a blender and grind it. She is obsessed with me," Derrick added.

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re protecting her. Again.” Damon didn’t answer. Lysandra let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re pathetic.” She turned her gaze back to me, eyes full of disdain. “Enjoy your little victory while it lasts, Omega.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving nothing but icy silence in her wake. I let out a slow breath, willing my hands to stop shaking. Damon didn’t move for a long moment. Then, finally, he looked at me.

"Don't be so overdramatic, Comrade. You just won't be in the viewing area." "I can't leave Lissa. I had specific instructions from Alberta that I'm to accompany her everywhere, including the dressing rooms." "Oh…well, in that case, you're screwed," I said with a nonchalant shrug and left to join Lissa where she was studying her reflection as she stood in a pair of jade green kitten heels. "That color looks great on you, Liss. Really brings out your eyes, and I think they'll stand out even more with your silver dress. You'll look very Dragomir." I was startled when tears came to her eyes.