Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Elena pov "What are you doing here?" The voice froze me in place. Lady Dimitri. Sharp. Cold. Lethal. She stood at the far end of the corridor, arms crossed, her black robes swirling around her ankles like smoke. Her eyes were narrowed, calculating, and even from this distance, I could feel the oppressive weight of her presence. Think fast. She didn’t recognize me from yesterday. I dipped my head slightly and gave the smallest, most innocent curtsy I could muster. “I got turned around, my lady. I was delivering a tray from the kitchens and took a wrong turn.”

Damon pov i know some people may think am just been evil but what can i say i derive pleasure in killing,but plus i have to feed in other to be strong and that is what draven has failed to understand. so i decided to pay a visit to a new friend the lady i left alive at the place she worked,i just sat at the bar waiting to see if she would recognize me, then she said "i know you", "do you? well thats unfortunate" i said " I don't know how but your face looks familiar from the last night i was attacked" , " are you sure lady think again" i said " i remember your the vampire that bit me!" she said with full assurance that was when i knew draven action didn't work at all.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

Agnes added, trying to subdue her laughs. When Mother Renata finally left them, Mathilda caught the sarcasm on Agnes’ words, so she asked, “What is going on? Did you do something vile without me?” Abigail, Agnes, and Fatma, only laughed, and the one who answered her was Edith, she signed, Sister Rene is drunk, and Agnes put a plate of gravy in front of her. By now, she is sleeping on it. It made the girls cackled loud including Mathilda.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“She is ours. Our female. Our ruin and our redemption. And I SWEAR… that if she takes one more minute… I’m going to explode.” Dmitry closed his eyes. Her scent hadn’t arrived yet, but he could already feel the call. He could almost hear her breathing. The sound of her heels on the marble. The way the entire world would fall silent when she crossed those doors. And then… he would finally see her. Susan. The only woman who made him feel alive. *** Natalia smiled, her face impeccably lit by the elegant lights of the hall, while the wives of Rurik Motors’ partners laughed and agreed with every word she said.

Cedric was over the pain, but maybe the anger was still there. So he’d got his legal team to look into the document and to research this Luke Remington, and, sure enough, they’d turned up a daughter. It appeared that the girl—or rather woman now—lived with her father and had remained unmarried. Which had been all to the good. And then his team had handed him a photo of Miss Anna Remington, and it had felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. Because it turned out that the woman he’d met by the lake the week before was the same woman. Which made everything crystallize in his head.

he said, causing my heart to feel a slight tingle. "Oh really, huh?" I chuckled, as a response to his words. "But I'm afraid, I have to go to the bathroom first. Just some women stuffs," I stood up, as I grabbed my purse. Damien nodded in silence with a smile, as his eyes were on me till I left the room. I opened the door to the women's bathroom, and noticed that someone was there too. It was a woman who seemed to be a bit older than me, someone around her 40s. But albeit how old she looks, her beauty was shining, which piqued my interest. The unknown lady was wearing a red dress, with wavy hair that reached till her back. She was currently washing her hands on the sink.

“I’m not interested in having anything to drink, Marcia. Let’s get to the point.” “Waiter!” Marcia yells, we’ll have two matcha. The waiter nods and Marcia turns back to me. “What exactly does Dimitrio see in you? What does anyone see in you?” Marcia’s finger plays with a small chunk of my hair. Twirling them. My brows crease and I can’t help but chuckle. I feel so sorry for her. She clearly looks annoyed now. “What’s so funny?” She asks. “All this while, I thought you were competitive, smart, literally everything anyone can wish for. But right now I’ve realized you’re just pathetic.”

He stopped only when he saw the pink color return to her cheeks and sagged beside her in relief. ------------ Dimitri reached the apartment which sat in the silent community of Burlington. This was the sixth apartment he visited today. There were eight teenagers with the name Lucian and two had the last name Steller within the two-mile radius. After Giselle warned that Lucian was protected by an unknown magic he didn’t want to rule out others. So, he visited everyone in person. He had no luck far. Neither had they matched Lucian’s profile nor are they supernatural.