Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Dimitri interjects. “What interview?” I ask puzzled. “Madam Vom Grey is requiring beautiful female participants for her new plans” he clarifies. “How are you aware of that?” “She told me” He says pointing to the next lady who help in picking out my dress. “I’m Isosa I worked for Madam Von Grey” “The girls undergo a month program where they are being paid to look good being Madam Von Grey’s entourage”

Cracking her eyes open a bare slit, Lily stilled as she caught sight of the tiny heart-shaped face that was all too familiar. Christ the woman was so beautiful, middle-aged. Elegant in the right places. "I'm Dimitri's wife. My name is Demi." Same blond hair, although she was cut short and spiked. The same green eyes. The same slender body. Even the same stubborn line of their jaw.

"I was just...fuck....just seeing what you were working with..." The third punch caught him in the jaw. Enzo's head snapped to the side, and when he straightened, his left eye was already swelling. "What I'm working with," Dimitri said quietly, removing the brass knuckles and setting them aside, "is a woman who watched me torture a man and chose to stay. Who saw me covered in blood and asked me to come to bed. Who heard about my mother and chose me anyway." He crouched in front of Enzo, meeting his eyes. "She's not weak. She's not a pawn. And she is absolutely, unequivocally mine."

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

The way he had shoved me away like he was afraid of his own feelings. He was afraid. Dimitrio De Luca, the most powerful mafia lord in Rome, was afraid. The door swung open without warning. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. A woman stood in the doorway. She was tall and elegant, with dark hair swept up in an elaborate style and eyes that glittered with cold amusement. She wore a silk dress that probably cost more than everything I had ever owned. And she was looking at me like I was something she had scraped off her shoe.

These guys had not only the advantage of weight and height on their side, but they were used to the amount of liquor in their system. ‘Sasha left, I assume to go find you’, Darcie goes on ‘so she started to hit on Dmitry who also ignored her. She pouted for a bit then stood on their table and started dancing. Her dress was so short we could all see her snatch of course. She broke about a dozen glasses and plates. Isabella tried to get her to stop but she all but told her to fuck off. Lyosha and Marshall had to step in. They grabbed her off the table and escorted her to her room. Apparently she tried to seduce Lyosha when they got to her room.’ she says with a satisfied smirk on her face. Jul

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

“Help yourself.” Dimitri grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” Dimitri took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes sweeping over me before landing back on Alessandro. “So,” he drawled, “This is the woman who finally managed to tie down Alessandro Costello.” His lips twitched. “I have to admit, I expected someone... meaner.” I arched a brow, “And I expected someone taller.” Alessandro let out a low exhale, but Dimitri just laughed, “Oh, I like you, solnishko.”

William says, and I grin. Alpha Dan takes us to the clinic. It is one of the few buildings that are still intact. "We used one of the rooms to put the bodies in until we can burn them," Alpha Dan says. Before I can say anything, a female child approaches me, "You are her, aren't you?" I narrow my eyes, "Her who?" "Elena," the female says, "the best vampire huntress in Romania." "Actually," Mark says, "she is the best in the whole Europe."

Dimitri finished, scraping his fingers through his hair in frustration. Sergei gave an agitated sigh, “Sorry ‘Mitri. It is not you or the fact that the fucking Westies will be here tonight. “Remember Maya from a few years back?” he asked Dimitri with a frown. Of course, he remembered Maya. She was Sergei’s long-time mistress. As far as he heard, Sergei cut ties with her years ago. Dimitri nods and Sergei pinched the bridge of his nose,