Damon And Bonnie Novels & Stories

Wondering how he had already burrowed his way so far into her soul. "A couple of days ago, this matter was brought to our attention," Damon said, deciding not to tell them about Swanson, as much as he hated keeping anything from his mate, that story was not his to tell and he wanted to respect Swanson's privacy. He hoped they would be able to make a change so that people like Chris didn't have to run away. He genuinely liked the guy and if he could help him be with his mate then maybe he could make up for all the ones he hadn't been able to help. "I sent Mony on a mission to the Gard, to retrieve a list of names, of the originals that were possibly meant to be mated to mixed blood. Mony, wou

She released a stronger concussion that disintegrated the rampaging Kaiju in its tracks before Taylor could even raise Barracuda. “Whoa,” Taylor said to Bonnie in surprise. “I know, I know,” Bonnie said. She bent over to catch her breath. “Now I’m the one who has a lot of explaining to do.” Sampson stretched himself back into the room and pinned Bonnie down to the floor. “You should have stayed out of this, kid,” Sampson said as his free arm sparked ready to electrocute Bonnie. “Just like your mom, you don’t know when to call it quits. It’s a shame we have to kill her daughter too.”

I couldn’t hand the Alpha title to him until he found his mate. Then Allison, a human I saved and saw as my daughter returned to the pack after many years and I found out they were mates, I couldn’t contain my joy. Even though they both denied being mates, I was very certain because I saw the way they looked at each other. I figured giving them some time to work things out would be good for them. That was why I made Damian attend the ball party with Allison just so they could get close and work things out and I couldn’t be more proud of myself for doing that.

“Yeah, I don’t agree either.” Jace rolled his eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck and exhaled like he’s fed up with Damien. “Give the ladies some breathing space, you cavemen. It’ll give us boys time to bond on a manly level. Beer, sports, chest-thumping. The full experience.” Damien shot him a look that could melt steel. “Who said I want to bond with my fellow man? In fact, why the hell are you still here? Don’t you have an empire to run back in Texas?”

I yelled. Damon, hearing my cry, stopped and turned back, concern flickering across his face. "Binky’, are you alright?" he called out, rushing towards me. He knelt, placing his hand on my ankle. “Let me see it.” I couldn't help but smile inwardly. This was my chance. In one swift motion, I pulled out the gold-plated handcuffs from my pocket and snapped them onto Damon's wrist, locking the other end around my own. "Gotcha," I said with a triumphant grin, standing up with ease.

Damiano finally speaks up. "Okay, what is going on here? Do you two know each other or something?" "Yeah. Damiano fucking Venturi is my boyfriend. I sent him to keep an eye on you but he went and fell for that bitch he was pretending to date. Can you believe him?" **************************************************

Lindgren said. "You have to be intimate. That part is necessary. But we will monitor you to keep Kyrian alive." Kyrian went still. "Intimate." "Yes. A bonding bite during intercourse. That is how the bond becomes permanent." Kyrian stood up immediately. "No." "Sit down," Dr. Lindgren ordered. "I can’t—" "Sit. Down." Kyrian sat, but he looked like he wanted to run. Lorenzo stayed quiet. "I know it’s hard," Lindgren said. "But it’s the only way."

She looks down, like she wants to disappear, her eyes conveniently anywhere but on me. “Look at me,” I command, like she’s just committed a sin. Damn right. She has. I’m Damon Noble, the most wanted billionaire bachelor. I’m the best there is. Her eyes should be on me and nowhere else. Her honey-brown eyes lift, scared. She’s nervous. My lips twitch into a half-smile as I sweep my gaze over her and again. She seems inexperienced. Could this be her first time as an escort?

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.

Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did. I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot. Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.