1864 Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

He was clean-shaven, dressed in a dark suit with a hint of exhaustion etched on the lines of his face, but he looked very sane. “M…Mr Damon..” Some muttered. Damon didn’t look at him. He walked straight to the head of the table and stopped beside the chairman. “I believe you’re voting on my position,” Damon said calmly. The room fell silent. “You should have told us you were attending,” one board member said cautiously. Damon turned to him. “I wasn’t invited.” The chairman cleared his throat again. “Mr. Sinclair, given recent events…” “I’ve lost my wife,” Damon said, cutting him off. “Not my mind.”

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Damian called him and he turned towards damian, he smiled at damian which damian returned and they hugged. Rose looked at their reunion and understood they are close. She observed Massimo and even if he was smiling his aura was still screaming dominance and danger, his amber eyes were reflecting the darkness of his soul. Anyone could tell that he is a powerful man and one not to be messed with. "After long time brother..." Massimo patted damian's shoulder and he nodded. "Yeah..." "Meet my girlfriend, rose... Rose he is my friend and the Italian Mafia's boss Massimo Marino..." Damian introduced them.

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

“What the fuck do you mean, Salvatore?” “Tell him, Luciano!” he yelled. “Tell him!” I slid my gaze to Luciano, who sighed deeply, rubbing his fingers through his hair. “Tell me what?” I asked quietly, remaining very patient and reserved despite how I felt. “Damon…” he started, his voice trailing off. “Talk to me,” I urged. “It seems like whoever’s doing all this has a very personal problem with you.” I paused, the alarm bells going off in my head at his words.

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

I knew he was always going to be that fire that I will gladly be consumed in. I thought of how many troubles we have been together and the years we have spent apart. I can't believe this whole dumb idea came from me. I heard a car horn from outside my apartment as I worked to the window to go see who it was. The driver came down from the car and I recognized him as one of Damian's drivers. He was the same man that drove me to the Damian house the first night after the first time that we met. I opened the door and went outside looking at the brand new white Lamborghini Veneno he drove in. He came down handling the keys

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”