Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, then slid it across the desk toward me. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. It was a digital file. The woman in the photo was striking, with sharp eyes and she looked to be around my age. "Who is she?" I asked, flipping through the digital file. Dimitri folded his arms. "Her name is Camila De León. She’s one of the most connected people in Seville. She runs almost everything there. Comes from old money, generations deep. Almost every mafia family in Seville reports to her family."

She wanted to look at him again, ngunit pinigilan niya ang kaniyang sarili. “Oh, my new model is finally here,” sambit ni Dimitri habang siya ay paparating sa mga ito. Kasama nito si Breezelle at ang apat na magkakaibigang may-ari ng Malditah Products, at kasama rin ang asawa ng mga ito. “Oh, darling. Thank you so much for the successful modeling,” wika ng apat na Malditah. “Ang galing mo palang rumampa, huh. So, may kasunod ba ito?” Lia asked her after they all congratulated her.

She has to drink too I groaned Me: uhhh, I never thought of that. She doesn't drink Derek: well I'm sure they're be nonalcoholic drinks. She should take only that one I nodded One of the workers walked up to us Worker: Sir, the party starts in 10mins I nodded and she left Derek: where's Blue Maid? Me: let's go and check on them. In her room We went upstairs and to her room They were taking pictures Gosh She's so beautiful

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

She moaned, and moved to the rhythm of his fingers for a few minutes, before she yanked his hand away and stood up. She walked to where the strippers were dancing, and stared directly at the brunette. “Damn. You are beautiful.” The stripper said, walking closer to her. She was bold. This was not the confidence women like her usually had after inhaling coke, this one was all natural. She spoke posh too, and her eyes were intense and intelligent. Emerald eyes. Dimitra frowned. She had only ever seen those eyes on one person. The stripper placed her hand above her head on the bar, and slowly slid down, parting her legs so every inch of her waxed, perfect body was visible in the blood-red linger

*** Justin Back at the mansion, Xavier and I have just discovered that, Lady Candice is the one who killed Lord Cameron. “James where is Lady Candice?” but before he could answer, another one of Lord Cameron’s loyal guards whose name is Dimitri came up to us and answered the question. “Good evening, Xavier, Justin. We have Lady Candice held in one of the holding cells located under the Mansion.” we begin to walk to the cellar that leads us to the holding cells under the mansion.

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

“There may be memories linked to your past that you have buried somewhere deep in your mind. They may be the key to getting answers about what is happening to you.” “Ah okay. Let us get going then.” We continued walking through the realm and I watched in amusement as people continuously bowed before Dimitri ensuring to acknowledge his presence. He must be liking this right now. A chance to impress me. We finally got to the fairy’s lair, and it was not what I was expecting at all. It was dark and gloomy, no one really made noise, it was quiet and serene. Everyone was going about their own business. Dimitri and continued walking onward until we approached a throne like area, where there sat a

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?”

If this is their first impression, I can't imagine what they would think of me. "Oh, Dimka, she's beautiful!" A middle-aged woman exclaimed throwing her arms around me in a tight embrace. I was a little shocked but recovered quick enough to wrap my arms around her too. "I'm Dimitri's mother, Olena. This is my youngest daughter, Viktoria, and my oldest two, Karolina and Sonja." Before Olena had a chance to introduce the old woman, who I'm pretty sure was Dimitri's grandmother, his Babushka, the old woman stepped forward and grabbed my chin in her frail, but surprisingly strong, hand.