Bonnie And Damon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have the strength to banter with you.” Ken shot him daggers as he walked away. Damien smiled. Even if his first love started out as a contracted wife, he still ended up making her stay and that was all that mattered. Author Note: This is the end of this beautiful book. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it too. Thank you for the support. I am always grateful, do leave comments and reviews. Thank you, again. THE END!

We were staring at each other in that very intense way and for a moment I felt like this could actually be the right time to make my grand confession, but all of a sudden Damon gave me a smile and I could not think straight, much less form words for a confession. "I'm always right Vanessa boo, now that's enough romance, let's go have some fun" he said. "Absolutely!" I exclaimed, happy for that big save. "How about we play some games, like that dance game you love so much" he winked. Oh this sly devil! "You mean the one you love so much" I rolled my eyes, "you know you always beat me at that game". "Uh uh, but it gives me so much pleasure", he chuckled.

Her eyes bounced between Damon and me, like she was piecing something together. Before I could ask, she said, “Okay, I don’t know what’s going on here, but that look…” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s weird. Cute, but weird. Mr. Damon, why are you looking at my best friend like you wanna marry her, have five kids, and write poetry about her eyelashes?” “Bianca!” I gasped, feeling my face burn. I tried to sit up, but Damon gently pressed me back down. “I think you owe us an explanation, Mr. Damon,” Susan said, raising an eyebrow.

My father proudly introduced me to his business associates, no doubt satisfied with the power this marriage had bought him. Damien’s parents were kind—his mother warm, his father already impatient for a grandson. Typical. “You okay?” Damien asked during our first dance. “Yes…” I answered, though I wasn’t sure I meant it. Betrayed by Jason and Mia, now married into power—I could hardly believe this was my reality. Damien’s lips brushed my forehead. “Whatever’s bothering you, let it go. Tonight, the only thing you should think about is me—buried deep inside you.” His smirk was teasing, shameless.

he seethed, “coming in here and—“ Damon tore off his sunglasses then, stealing the words from Wilson’s mouth. “Who do I look like to you?” Wilson gasped, staggering backward. “D-Don Damon Vyon?” He stammered, and the corner of Damon’s lips turned up in a dry, small smile. “That’s right, dimwit. Now, the only reason I’m not smashing your head in right now, for putting your bloody fingers on her, is that I’m a little too busy at the moment. You wouldn’t be so lucky next time.”

“Hands on the wheel..” Damon complained despite the desperate pleading in his eyes. Her mouth went faster and faster on him until he spilled his seed in her mouth. Naomi straightened up, swallowing it all as she stared at him. Damon took a shaky breath. He had just made himself a bad girl. “Better?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips. Damon threw his head back on the seat, his head turned to the side as he pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ears.. “Perfect..”

Bonnie's POV. 'I hate this and I hate him.' I thought as I felt rage burning through my veins. 'How could he? How dare him and how dare they?' I pondered as I stood there, watching the bastard that calls himself, Jeremy, propose to that bitchy girlfriend of his. He was on a knee, a radiant smile dancing on his lips as he asked her to marry him. I gritted my teeth against one another as I watched his stupid friends, continuously cheering him up.

Gianna had certainly hurt me, but her actions paled in comparison to the direct pain Daemon had inflicted. I looked out at the vast, pale expanse of snow. Then, with a seriousness I had never shown him before, I looked back at him. "Daemon, it's over between us. Let's let each other go." "There's no possibility for you and me. We can never go back." "I don't love you anymore. I really don't." Daemon's pupils dilated. Desperation drove him past the point of reason, and he lunged forward to grab me. I spun around abruptly, my gaze cold and sharp. "Don't forget who you are, Don Thorne."

“I love you. I’ve always loved you, Elodie. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. Plus, the bond you shared with Tyler is long broken. You know that’s true. Once a mate dies, the bond is gone. You can’t possibly share a bond with a dead man, Elodie—you can only forge a new one.” Picking up a bag from the couch, he handed it to me with a smile. “I figured you wouldn’t have a dress for the ceremony, so I bought you one. There are perfumes and shoes too. Take it.” “I won’t,” I said flatly, through gritted teeths. “You don’t have a choice. You might make us late, and I’m Damon Duskbane—I never show up late to a party. So here are your options: take this and put it on, or I take you to my house and ha

"You're truly shameless." I gritted my teeth. "Fiona, I just can't bear the thought of you leaving me like this." Damon stood up and walked toward me. "You used to be such a obedient girl, gentle, soft. In your eyes, there was only me, nothing could replace the twinkle of the stars." Damon was getting closer and closer to me. I could feel his discomforting breath and the disturbing murmurs that sounded perverse. "Fiona, come back. Continue to be my little lamb, and together, we'll make the Pycar Group bigger and stronger!"