Yasmine And Dimitri Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

she said curtly. “I have to make a call.” She walked out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, leaving an unmistakable air of annoyance behind her. Dimitri, unfazed, turned his attention back to Hazel, a playful smile on his lips. Extending his hand toward her, he said smoothly, “I’m Dimitri. You could say I’m an old friend of your boyfriend.” Hazel’s gaze darted to Francisco, whose eyes were fixed on Dimitri with a cold, unyielding stare. After a moment of hesitation, Hazel extended her free hand—her other still firmly held by Francisco.

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.

Nikoli said. "And they are very superficial, don't want to work for anything and just want to look pretty and spend our money." Mishka finished. "Is it the same for Dimitri?" "Dimitri is a little different," Nikoli said. "Dimitri has only ever loved one person," Mishka said. "And no other has been able to get through to him otherwise." "Come on," Nina interrupted. "You need to eat some more." I looked at her and shook my head. "I can't eat anymore."

Dimitri is holding me by the waist, his head is leaning towards me and so my hair brushes his cheek. “You are not a bad dancer,” he remarks. “I think you were just lying.” “Maybe I was,” I mutter. Dimitri takes my hand and makes me twirl like a ballerina. He smiles and for a second he looks like a decent human being. Someone in the crowd yells “Kiss your wife!” Dimitri smiles and leans to kiss me. I kiss him back not wanting to make a scene in front of all our guests. His lips feel soft and sweet, it’s like they don’t belong to the scary man behind them. The guests clap, I give my husband a thin smile as he straightens his back.

"It's a crazy thing to do, I know, but I want this too. But I would like for us to keep it a secret...this is just between us, and it would be much better if we kept it that way" Dimitri was happy, and he suddenly moved from his side of the bed to hers, screw the no cuddling thing. He crushed her body against his and kissed her deeply. She responded instantly and kissed him back. Dimitri eased his hand around her waist and untied the belt of her robe. He pushed the silky material off her arm and pressed his lips lightly to her shoulder. Then he extended his hand until he could touch the warm lips of her pussy. She was already wet for him. He groaned and stroked her again.

Dimitri's brow raised and he chuckled darkly. "Shall I prove my experience, Ramona?" he asked and immediately brought his lips to hers. Ramona stayed motionless for a while and then began to reciprocate his actions. Dimitri thrust his tongue into her mouth as they shared a passionate kiss. He pulled away and smirked.

Dimitri kept glancing at her and she’d get uncomfortable every time he looked at her. He looked right through her soul. He was looking at her as if he was stripping her naked with his eyes. And he planned on doing that once they were back home. All was fine till they announced the dance. Ayra was by the bar with Rhea. Rhea was blabbering nonsense, sipping on her alcoholic drink while Ayra looked around. Out of nowhere, Dimitri appeared in front of her completely startling her. “May I?” He stretches his hand out for her.

He lifted an arm and pressed it against the wall on the side of my head, caging me. “Maliyah,” he called softly as he tilted my chin up, ever so lightly. My eyes found their way to his. How can he not have a mate when his eyes looked like they could shelter so much love? Focus, Maliyah. I reprimanded myself. Dimitri’s jaw tensed and inhaled sharply before he dipped his head in between my jaw and shoulder. The heat of his skin immediately radiated toward me. “You sure about this?” He prompted. “Mhm,” I hummed shakily. “Do it,”

Dimitri surprisingly awoke with a loud gasp. Immediately, his hazel eyes glowed and met mine. He looked at me with furrowed brows as I swiftly withdrew from his lips. I had waves of shame, but I didn’t give a damn. Now that he was awake, praise the moon goddess, that was all that mattered. He tenses up when Gabe embraces him tightly, taking him entirely by surprise. “Dimitri, you bloody bastard.” Gabe gives him a gentle shoulder punch. He gives him another hug for the hundredth time and pats her dark hair, saying, “Don’t you ever scare us like that again.” They were bound together by an unbreakable link.Krys grinned as Dimitri giggled softly, “I can’t make any promises that I won’t do this a