Timeskip Dimitri Novels & Stories

He has managed to keep his cool all these years and show disinterest in the sacrifices, he is not about to break that record. Alex looked at him expectantly; he will not open the door while Dimitri is still sitting down after all. Dimitri pretended not to notice and looked at Alex, and then he nodded as if he just realized what was happening. He knows that he can’t completely become flaccid in just a few seconds, but he could at least buy himself some time to at least get it soft enough to not pitch a tent.

Dimitri also leaned closer. Dimitri groaned, kissing him back. He sucked his lips hard before he released it with a small pop. “Where did the confidence come from?” He asked with a smirk. Vincent turned shades redder as he fixed his gaze on his feet but Dimitri used his index finger to lift his chin. “Answer me.” “I…” He gulped. “Like erase those…” He trailed off, looking anywhere but his eyes. Dimitri's lips pulled up into a grin. “Like make me forget my other sexual escapades?”

DIMITRI The HALO jump was insane. Dimitri had done a lot of crazy shit in thirty-four years. Smuggled weapons across three continents. Run protection rackets that made enemies of men who killed for sport. Built an empire on blood and violence. But jumping out of a plane at 25,000 feet? That was a new level of insanity. "Remember!" Anya's voice through the comm. Steady. Professional. "Arch your back! Arms and legs spread! Track toward me if you drift!"

But as his lips continued their original quest down my throat, his tongue joining the fray as he made his way across my collar bone and lower still, I completely forgot about anything else other than the feel of his warm breath against my skin. Dimitri's rebec playlist just went from angsty 80's rock to hopeless love songs XD Any guesses as to what "training" Eddie and Dimka are getting into? A special thank you to the HW godmother for her help with yet another DPOV. He's a tricky one to figure out. Next chapter we'll have an introduction to a newcomer at St. Vlad's! Thanks to everyone out there reading :) Translations: caffler - arsehole, idiot

His fingers trembled slightly. He didn’t tremble. Not ever. But the timeline was too neat. The numbers too sharp. Five years ago. One night. A woman with no name. No goodbye. A child, now four, living under his roof. Zoe. Her curls. Her eyes. His eyes. Dimitri rose from his chair slowly, the air around him heavy with something unsaid. He moved to the bar and poured the whiskey he hadn’t touched earlier. Downed it in one swallow.

“How I was so happy in this house and I always thought I'd live here with my mate one day,” “Jasmine,” “I know Dimitrius, but I was only ten years old. I never thought I'd get a mate that wouldn't love me or that my heart would fail again. So You don't have to say anything, I know,” Dimitrius pulls out his phone and how he knows where to go or do things on it without sight is amazing. But he plays music and he sits it down and stands up pulling me with him. “What are you doing?” “Dancing without obviously,”

“ May I help you? “ Dimitri stood up all 6ft 6 of him towering over Tristan 5 ft 11 frame . Tristan suddenly realized who Dimitri is. “ Mr Valentino I'm so sorry I didn't realize you were the one , I apologise for the ntrusion ” . “ Good , you may leave or do I have to make you leave “ Dimitri said in a dangerously low voice .Fear filled Tristan's eyes “ no …no sir ,enjoy your day ”. He quickly walked away .

‘Maddie, I…,’ she spoke, but I pushed her back. I didn’t want to talk to her. “Skol is completely in love with her,” Dimitri continued, chuckling a little. “He refused to shift back for hours. He only shifted back when Skye did and when you fell asleep in his arms.” I looked up at Dimitri and forced a small smile on my face. “I am so happy for Skol,” I said quietly. Dimitri leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “He loves you just as much,” he mumbled. “You two are his greatest treasure.”

"We're in school!" Before he could answer, a loud voice interrupted us. Dimitri was back, standing a few feet away, guitar in hand, his crew clapping and backing him up like this was some twisted concert. He began to sing—terribly off-key. "Hailey, I love youuuu! Come back to meeee…"

I like it. When we get back to the packhouse, Dimitri finds Cathal who comes skipping up next to us. “Hi, Ayda!” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I love how this sweet young man is and how he seems to want my attention. “Hello, Cathal,” I say as I hug him. I hear Dimitri sigh and I turn to look at him. He strokes his knuckles over my cheek and then his thumb over my lips. “Someday,” he murmurs quietly. I know what he means. He wants me to smile at him the way I smile at Cathal. I’ll have to try to smile for him more if that’s what he wants.