Twilight Demetri Novels & Stories

At first, she tried to hold back, but as the night went on, reason gave way to emotion. In a low, teasing whisper, he asked, “Don’t believe me?” Her eyes glistened, her voice tender. “I do, I do.” She bit down on his shoulder playfully. “That’s for being naughty!” Hunter’s dark eyes deepened, spurred by her reaction, and he let himself indulge fully. By the end of it all, Tara drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Hunter, now fully sober, gazed down at her glowing face nestled in his arms.

Dimitri held on a moment longer, then reluctantly let go. "Hi, everyone," said a woman as she approached us, and slipped a hand around Dimitri's waist. I recognized Summer from all the business meetings I had attended with Dimitri. I sighed inwardly, plastered a big smile on my face. "Dimitri, why didn't you introduce your beautiful fiancée earlier? You both look perfect together."

DIMITRI “So, what did the twins do today?” Dimitri asked Taron at the end of the day. He had been feeling exceptionally itchy today. He had not been so far away from Kira since she accepted her role as his Luna and had started living in the house peacefully. “London’s eye, shopping, sightseeing, and much more,” Taron grinned. And he turned on his iPad and flicked some of the pictures. Passing on the iPad to Dimitri, he said, “they had a lot of fun!”

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

"I will have to ask you to leave now, sir." Nodding at the official and sending another glare at Montero, Dimitri led me out of the building while holding me tight by his side like he was afraid, if his hold loosened, I would disappear. It almost gave me a deja vu, only the other way around. "Look at y'all lovey dovey sweet things. You are making me gag," a familiar voice sounded from somewhere, and I glanced ahead. "Sylvester!" I exclaimed. The second Dimitri let me free, I drove to the man without whom I couldn't accomplish the impossible.

Winter'S POV I sit here looking at Aspen who is talking to the bartender about our drinks. He is looking handsome standing among the crowd of people with so much confidence and aura. He is like a romantic hero, and I feel lucky to have him as mine. He is everything a girl dreams of having beside him being a jerk to me all the time and all the mood swings; I still feel myself falling for him.

Tito Leo is the youngest brother of my mom. I was going to say hi to him but he just passed me. He is like that, maybe he is not in the mood again. I was about to go up the stairs but I saw Tita Lily carrying a box and it looked heavy because I could see the expression on her face as if she was having a hard time. "Tita Lily, let me help you--" "I don't need your help." She said directly and did not even glance at me. I fell when Kervi hit me, it looked like Maddie was chasing him so he didn't notice that he was going to hit me.

Were demons even capable of forming emotional connections with other creatures? Demetri's head turned toward me, his black eyes standing out in the morning light. The color in his skin had returned, and he looked as healthy as he did the day that I had first summoned him here. "You look better," I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful morning. "Don't fool yourself, my little witch. Even at my worst over the past week, you still wanted me." The corner of Demetri's mouth pulled up, and I pursed my lips with my eyebrows raised.

“Clever girl.” She stops walking, lifts the bowl to the moonlight, and swirls my blood like wine. Then she looks at Dimitri. “Go on ahead,” she says lightly. “I’ll spread this myself. Multiple trails. He’ll tear the whole mountain apart before he can find her.” Dimitri nods once. Without another word, Demetria turns and melts into the trees, humming, taking half my blood and all my hope with her. I lunge after her, screaming her name, but Dimitri backhands me so hard my ears ring and the night tilts sideways. I taste copper on my tongue.

Demetri Sylvestre barely acknowledged her presence, offering only the briefest glance before shifting his attention back to the window. Feeling slightly uneasy under his gaze, Snow forced a polite smile. "Nice meeting you," she said hesitantly. Extending her hand, she added, "I’m Snow Hidalgo, Marcus’ fiancée." Demetri’s sharp, unreadable eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before they traveled lower, lingering a moment too long on her chest. The thin, white blouse she was wearing had gotten damp from the rain earlier, causing the fabric to cling to her skin. The faint outline of her red lace bra and the delicate curve of her cleavage were subtly visible.