Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

A rosy flush adorned her cheeks, adding a touch of youthful vibrance to her complexion. Her lips, painted with a subtle shade of lipstick, curved into an inviting smile that could light up a room. Her hair, tousled in soft brown waves, framed her face in a carefree yet alluring manner. Despite the late hour and the effects of the party, Tim's words echoed in my mind. He was right—Mary was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid my eyes on. How had I ended up with her? It was a question I often pondered, one that still left me in disbelief at times.

Miklos reached out and tugged Darya’s ponytail, “you have a date tonight so he’s at his offices clearing everything up because tomorrow is Monday and according to him, you’re both not going to be able to walk so he’s clearing his calendar.” Darya turned to face him, her face pink, “he did not say such a thing.” Dimitra smirked, “also mentioned something about a lot of lube.” “My parents are here!” Magda shrieked as she hid her face in her palms on the table. Lois spoke up. “Dimitra showed me the website of the club you used to own. I find it fascinating. I mean morally questionable, but fascinating. It truly makes me want to study the physiological –”

I'd sent my spy to gather information about The Lord of the Rings, and I was delivered the most shocking news of my life. Camilla, the Lord of the Rings' boss, has died, and the newly appointed boss has been given to Cynthia De'Lacruz, also known as the Queen of Mafia. Everything now dawns on me the reason for her changes. It must be a hard phrase to pass through for her, I'm sure this is the time she will need me the most, now that she's passing through emotional challenges.

Hazel asked, the question already tightening in her throat. Mia hesitated. “You need to see this.” Hazel’s stomach dropped at the tone. Mia unlocked the screen and turned it toward her. A photograph filled the display, grainy, taken by someone hiding behind tinted glass. But it was clear enough. Dimitri. Standing outside a hotel entrance in Mayfair. His tie loose, his hand around the waist of a woman with long auburn hair. The woman leaned close, laughing. His mouth was near her ear.

Like she wasn’t his. He was about to walk toward them when a woman deliberately brushed against Dimitry’s shoulder. She was tall, confident, and dressed to draw attention. "Well, hello," she purred. "Care to dance?" Dimitry raised both hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. "Taken, lady," he replied easily, his gaze flickering toward Leila and Vera—both of whom were watching with mild amusement. Unbothered, the woman turned her attention to Roman. His stance alone radiated danger. That amused her more.

"This will let you die a slow and very painful death." Dimitra looked around for something to save herself, but nothing was in sight. She sobbed. The baseball club was lying a few feet away from her and she couldn't reach it as quickly as possible with the lady looking at her. She looked behind the lady and gasped. The lady turned to see what was giving her the reaction. Dimitra seized that opportunity and quickly grabbed the baseball club, but the lady turned before she could use it properly. It hit the lady's hand where the gun was, luckily, the gun fell and clattered to the floor. The lady was skilled, she quickly swung her other hand where the knife was and drove it into Dimitra.

Dimitri shrugged, assuming she was joking. "Why is there so much traffic today?" Ramona muttered, hitting her steering wheel. "She's hot." Dimitri answered. "Must be because of her." Ramona's eyes turned to the woman Dimitri pointed at. She was wearing a red knee length bodycon dress and her dirty blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and stopped just above her butt. Ramona glanced in front of her and realised Dimitri was right; all the men each in their individual cars were staring at the woman.

She had to control her thundering heart. “My lady, you are stronger than I gave you credit,” Dimitri said. He knew he could love her from that moment. “Never underestimate me,” Stacy said as she climbed out of the limo. She watched as Dimitri stepped out of the limo in a smooth motion that had her knees weak.

the woman asked in a soft voice. "I'm going to my room. When you're done, you can go home." After saying that, Acheros left. Sasha watched her future husband leave with an indescribable gaze. Even her hands subconsciously clenched into fists. *** "Where's Kath?" asked Acheros when he saw that the woman was not in her room. "Miss is swimming right now, Sir." "Swimming?" The maid nodded her head. Without any further questions, Acheros walked towards the place where Kath was. And well, he could see Kath swimming calmly in the pool. She hadn't noticed his existence yet, or maybe she had? 'Cause, when she's pulled over,

Dimitri's honeyed voice and wheezing laughter make Tiana and me freeze for a hot second before I jump out of bed, trying my best to arrange my hair, but I fail, so I leave it and join Tiana in a bow to her. “HeHe, Mother. You should not have walked all the way to my room; I was coming to see you after I get cleaned up.” I say with a nervous laugh when we raise our heads back up. She's already dressed in a lilac A-gown that flows to her knees with a cute white poker collar. The pink pearl necklace on her neck makes her look younger than she is, and it fits her perfectly. Vera Dimitri is a beauty.