Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Ok I admit it…she is really hot when she is angry and physically harassing my enemies but I will just keep that piece of Information to myself. " Well my lady …I see that you do not remember me , I got to say…I am slightly offended, ok maybe a whole lot offended but that is fine. Let me introduce myself. The names Creed… vampire lord Dimitri Creed . My apologies for my hooligan like behavior my lady, I promise it will not happen again,"

He grunted and held her, deepening their kiss, no gentleness in his response. When he lifted his head, he growled against her throat, “Dmitri’s niece. A woman named Jana Rudenko.” His Woman raised her large eyes, wide with apprehension, as she looked at him, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat, fear in her expression. Lucien Delano grunted, “She’s in the US, woman. Out to ruin me and mine.” He lifted the tumbler of whiskey and sipped, holding her frightened eyes with his.

Then with that, I took her hand na syang mahigpit na nakahawak sa leeg ni Liam na himala namang binitawan nito saka ito inalalayang makatayo. Liam was able to blow out a relieved sigh pagkabitiw nito sa leeg nito, clearly relieved of being away from this dangerous woman. "Noo, Noo.. I know you're just lyin' now, Mr. Del Toro.." I groaned when I heard that name again while while shaking her head in a slow motion while pointing her finger at me, still trying to glare at me kahit halos mahulog na nga ang mga mata nito ngayon dahil sa antok.

Her spine was straight, her eyes forward, though she wasn’t sure if anyone could hear the music over the sound of her heartbeat. “Wolfe!” Vladislav called from a short distance ahead. Damien looked up and spotted him dressed in a sleek black Italian tuxedo. Standing beside him was a woman with delicate features and smooth porcelain skin, her appearance clearly East Asian, probably Chinese. She looked calm and elegant, but as her gaze landed on Damien, a wide smile touched her lips. She seemed pleased to see him. Slowly, Damien reached for Lila’s hand and put it around his arm before walking forward.

--------------- Damn. That woman could wear a bedsheet and she’d still be the sexiest lady he’d ever set eyes on, Dimitri thought. Too bad she was Raymond Darcy's daughter. Dimitri knew that it was a bad idea to go after her. He didn't like getting personal when it came to business, but he couldn't help the attraction to the woman. The thought made Dimitri smile, even when his body had already begun to react to seeing her in that silver dress. She looked dangerous, desirable and just a little bit frightening. Like a badass goddess in five-inch heels.

Amanda said as she noticed the lower body of the woman who just came in, “How- how long . . . was I out?” “Just a few hours,” the centaur maid replied and prepared to leave, “you need food to recover your strength, so prepare you to have dinner in a bit. I will have the Harpy bring it to you. And the Lamia told me that Lord Dimitri wants to see you. You might need more energy by then.” Amanda was silent. Remembering her dream and thinking about Dimitri stirs her heart, and she could feel her face warming up and flushing. “Pretty Human, me take food,” the Harpy said as she remembered her duty, “Me return and bring

"Thank you for coming on such short notice." "Of course," Rowan's voice was deep and smooth. He shook Dimitri's hand firmly. "I was intrigued by your description of her. I'm eager to meet this woman you speak so highly of." "She's exceptional," Dimitri said warmly. "You won't be disappointed." No. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. "Ah, and this is Mikhail," Dimitri gestured to me. "My brother. Soon to be mated himself to Lady Irina from the northern pack."

"So why am I seeing the ghosts of my victims?" "They must blame you for their deaths then," Isis replied. "This would make sense, but why am I seeing her," Dimitri pointed towards the ghost of a young woman he knew back in the 80s. He broke formation and floated towards the pretty apparition. "Betty Young, I remember you." The others watched as Dimitri floated ahead. No one else could see this woman but him. "And I remember you, my friend." Her frail voice cackled eerily, sending strange vibrations down Dimitri's eardrums. Dimitri paused, and he stared at the ghost with a crooked smile.

she stated, giving Dimitri off like a sl*t without actually saying it. The tone of her voice was high, attracting the attention of other female warriors in the camp ground. Dimitri remained silent as she watched Elena speak freely. It would be a pity if she doesn’t let a dog bark every now and then. Hera, a female standing beside Elena with a warrior’s covering on her body stared at Dimitri like she was some weird creature. “Who is she? I have not seen her around before.” She queried with a look of curiosity on her face.

"A fucking pain in the ass. Doesn't stop pushing any of my buttons." His fiancée was Moya Vitiello. The Italian Mafia psycho. Crazier than any of the dons in that regions. She's known as the Dead Queen. The batshit crazy woman who doesn't mind killing anyone. Dimitri told me about how their first meeting was her shooting her brother and wanting to kill her dad. She most definitely was crazy but in the long run I think she was the right match for Dimitri. Both were psychos. "will the big bad Dimitri fall in love for once?" I teased him.