Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

What she didn't realize was that it was Natalie who collided with her. Seeing her she immediately froze. She had seen him earlier with Niles. Regina once tried to lure Niles too but it didn't work. So when she saw a girl with him it gained her curiosity. Natalie didn't come out in public before as Dimitri’s daughter which was why some people still didn't know her. That was another one of Natalie’s reasons to come here tonight. Niles made sure to introduce her among some important businessmen as Dimitri's daughter and the leader of the Ivanov gang in the present time. One look at her and she had earned all their respect. She was a truly strong woman from the way she talked and put people in t

He breathed out, and then he pressed a small, tender kiss on the bare skin of my shoulder blades, making me almost freeze in his arms. Before I could turn to meet his gaze, the huge entrance doors opened and a young woman who appeared to be in her twenties stood at the doorway. Her lips stretched into the brightest smiles. She greeted Dimitri with respect before her eyes curiously shifted to me. “It’s an honor having you join us tonight, Elena. I'm Evelina Bardoni,” She introduced. She was one of the Bardoni’s women, most probably a daughter. I shook her hand with a polite smile. “Thank you, Evelina,”

“My name is Fretilla Lecarde. You already met my mother, Lady Emilia Lecarde.” “Oh, yes, I did meet your mother upon having a meeting with sir Ciel.” Vastria could only think bad thoughts. She could only think about how much rudeness she had to deal with through the night. Lady Fretilla returned her attention to Remus smiling. “Remus, honey, you really cannot be serious about this demon girl.” Vastria tried to ignore the vampire and turned her attention to the other vampires. “How about you three?” Lady Fretilla paused and stared at Vastria then looked to the other vampires. “This here is…”

She looked back and saw that when the fire burned out and the puff of smoke disappeared, a smaller figure emerged. It looked.. human. Ellaine was surprised. It was a woman, descending directly to their ship with a accelerating speed. She flipped on suspended air before finally landing on their ship. “You called for me, Finrod the elf Prince?” She was a tall woman, with a long, royal blue hair, and big eyes of the same color. Ellaine whispered against Finrod’s ear, “Where did the dragon go?” “There, right in front of us.” Ellaine followed the direction of his eyes and ended up looking at the female stranger. “This world doesn’t fail to surprise me.” She remarked.

Anyway, the professor was interrupted by a young lady, with gracious voice like the merry song of a mermaid: “Professor, you are awaited. The ambassador of Charles McAbsey Magic Consulate is in your office ...” The one who interrupted him was a very beautiful woman, not more than twenty-five years old, dressed in a cape with a hood on her head, but with short sleeves, so that one could see her fine and delicate hands. The young lady got close to the professor's ear and whispered: “It seems that Dragoesti again attacked some members of the Consulate. One of Vlad's cousins was injured and captured, and two of his acolytes are killed. Though, our losses are higher...”

Well, of course, it was one of the qualities of the Earl of Verindale. With no further ado, Dynirho moved on having the woman puts cure on his trouble of not knowing her name. “By the way, I would like to introduced to you my lovely muse, Lady Emily Emmerson of Verindale,” Lord Syford composedly introduced, laying the foundation of his tricks. Now, it was by default that random lady would have to introduced herself too to Emily and to him as well, who doesn’t actually know nor remember her at all. “Oh! Emily, what a lovely name. My name is Carlotta August-Chandler, the duchess of Feladencia. It was nice meeting you.” Finally, his thirst for her name was satisfied. Now, they have to find them

But the difference between the two was that while Marcus spelt danger even by appearance, Dimitri's appearance was more of an angel but those who crossed his limits would always see the devil in him. " What?" shouted David and Marcus at the same time. The fact that their friend Dimitri was talking about a lady was something practically unheard of. He would always react with scorn whenever the friends raised any topic related to women. Dimitri who heard the reaction of his friends was obviously displeased. " What do you mean by what? I said that I Just met a goddess today. " Dimitri said. " Where are you? are you sure you are alright and don't have a fever? maybe you saw her in your dreams."

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

Her eyes flickered red when she looked at Tessa again. Tessa looked terrified but stayed rooted to her spot, like she was scared that one move will be the end of her. "I'm not sure if a fair Lady such as yourself will be able to stomach what I'm about to do to her." Dimitri flirted with the Lady. And she let out a fake ass laugh and placed her hands with freakishly long nails on his chest and trailed them down to his crotch suggestively, "oh, you underestimate me, Prince Dimitri. I believe that we could punish this slave as foreplay and then we can have our own fun," and then she circled Tessa's breasts with the tips of her nails, "and maybe she can join in the fun later too."

the maid is too nervous to speak. “Come on, tell us what you want,” uncle Vlad says. “There is someone here looking for mr. Dimitri…” the maid announces timidly. “Who is it, Martha?” Dimitri asks narrowing his eyes, who could it be? Not many people know where the complex is located. “Ms. Tatiana Petrova,” the maid replies.