Lord Dimitrescu Novelas e Histórias

My mind rushed back to that time in the club where I successfully seduced Logan but failed miserably when it came to actually killing him, So actually, Alessandro should be sitting in this chair right now. He's the one who killed him. "I didn't kill Logan. That was Alessandro, you asshole!" "Ah, but you did kill Ivan Petrov, didn't you?" "He killed my fucking father what the fuck do you expect!" I yelled. "You're fucking crazy let me go; Alessandro will come for me, you sick fuck!" "You're not good enough for my son, you're a dirty gold-digging slut, I could have killed you before you two got married that would've

Leonidas gave him a smile before bowing to Charilaus, "Lord Diamandis." The stern looking man gave a stiff nod. "I have something important I would like to discuss with you, Father." Leonidas said to Dimitris. "Privately." Dimitris Aetos was already standing before the boy completed the words, "That must be serious." Then to Charilaus, "Pardon me dear friend, but this seems to be urgent. Might I be permitted for a while?" Charilaus did not seem to enjoy the humour but still played along, "Of course, my Lord."

And Viktor Dragovich, an Alpha with a history of veiled disagreements with Dmitry, looked impatient. Without wasting time, Irina was the first to speak. “The Demidov Clan is on the move.” Dmitry crossed his arms, his expression impassive. “Be more specific.” Ivan cleared his throat, pulling a tablet from his leather folder. “We’ve received reliable information that Konstantin Demidov has been making contact with figures from the vampire underworld.” The name echoed like thunder in the room. Konstantin was the direct heir of the Demidovs. Young, ambitious… and dangerous.

Although he found Dimitri eye catching, he wasn't one to deal with weird people from the sea. He stared at Dimitri with a scrutinizing gaze, 'where did she even come from, and how come she speaks our tongue?' "What do you mean what am I? I should be asking you that question, don't you think?" Dimitri’s gaze fell on Suban, "I am Dimitri Saw and I'll have you know that you stand before an Heir," she announced powerfully with her tone commanding authority. Suban's eyebrows knotted together, feeling like he might have rescued a crazy person "What?"

None of them had made me feel like this. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I drained it in one gulp, welcoming the burn that spread through my chest. I needed to get a grip. I needed to remember who I was. I was Dimitrio De Luca, Don of the most powerful mafia family in Lazio. I had killed men with my bare hands. I had burned rival families to the ground. I had built an empire from the ashes of my father's death and Giacomo's betrayal.

, she added, looking at me with a stoic expression. I shrugged my shoulders at her and blinked confidently. “Vincenzo gets dethroned by the council for a stupid reason. He leaves without a fight because his best friend convinces him that everything would be taken care of, only for Vincenzo to get killed shortly after”, I said, placing a finger on my chin. “And then, this all works out well for Manuel, a Beta who now oversees the entire territory. Nobody could get it that great by coincidence”, I said in a pondering tone.

"Massimo." The name tore from Lorrie’s throat like a bloodied rag, barely louder than a whisper, yet it cut straight through the thunderous hum of the collapsing chamber. At the threshold of the shattered vault stood the dead man himself. Massimo Dimitri—the ruthless architect of the family’s darkest secrets, the phantom who had haunted Lorenzo’s childhood nightmares—looked terrifyingly whole. Flanked by an honor guard of elite syndicate soldiers bearing the ancient silver crest of the Dimitri lineage, the old patriarch stepped over the fallen stone as if walking into a palace ballroom.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

“Well, if you need anything, let me know. Go home and get some rest; we got a busy day tomorrow.” Larry entered the dungeon seeing the rat covered with blood and the hole in the guy's stomach. It made him nauseous. Larry has seen a lot in his life but seeing this made him glad he was never an enemy of Lucifer. “Dimitri, you’re now on board with us, and you’re the youngest between us. Therefore, I will send you to self-defense training.” Dimitri is still in pain from the burn on his foot with lucifers stamp; he can barely walk as Larry throws him over his shoulder and carries him out.

he said smiling in his reverie. “Yet you brought him here, to this place, why?” “Believe it or not, he was safer here than out there. It was lucky that he could hide what he is and blend in like everyone else here,” “But he isn’t like everyone else here,” “No he isn’t, he’s a lycan prince, and the rightful heir to the throne. Dimitrius wants him dead and anyone associated to him as well,” I quickly placed my hands over my tiny tummy in a protective defensive way. Ward noticed as he looked down at my hands,