Damon And Bonnie Novels & Stories

“I never corrected you because both pronunciations are accurate. Sigourney calls my name with an accent of her own and you do the same. No corrections needed.” Joslyn inhaled deeply, wondering if she'd woken up on more than the wrong side of the bed today or perhaps, coming home had been a mistake. Who would've thought the next storm piling up with the pending ones would come in form of her one night stand two years ago returning to be her best friend's boyfriend?

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

Then again, maybe he needs a spitfire like Elena to finally put him in his place. “Uncle Cole!” a small voice screams from somewhere behind me, and I turn to see Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, tearing across the yard toward Cole Bauer, the alpha of the Denver pack, arriving with his mate and pups in tow. Callum’s arm slides around my waist as he leans in, his lips hovering beside my ear. “Eat.” I turn to him, arching a brow. “Bossy, much?” “Just trying to take care of my girl.” He winks, pressing a kiss to my temple, and damnit I can’t stay annoyed with him when he’s being all sweet and looking at me that way.

Damon's pov Saturday 17th July 2021 ******************************* Tonight we're doing rape play like Orion suggested. We're going to the club first then I'll take him to the playroom and we'll do our role play. He seemed just as eager to do it as I was so I won't hold back unless he safewords because I know Marcus will be listening and watching though the cameras. "You promise me you won't take this too far," Marcus warns before I go into the main room.

But when she set down the square of lasagna in front of me, she didn't say a word. She leaned against the wall and watched me use the fork to cut up the lasagna. "Do you know how many people are coming?" I finally asked. She shrugged. "A good bit – everyone who had any kind of relationship with Ethan or Emily, and then everyone who's been trying to find Mom." I nodded. I was expecting a big turnout. All of the hunters could come of course. But this was a juicy story. The daughter of a member from the Administratio was dating the nephew of the vampire who killed her father. Future criminals would find my indiscretions hard to beat.

He got up and left. He jumped into his red Beamer and sped off towards his mate. It was her prom night, and he had planned the most romantic evening for her. He never in a million years thought he would have to reject his mate. He still remembered the first time he met her. It was a year ago, and it was the hottest day of the summer. The sun was sitting, blazing hot in the sky. Dominic got a lead about a couple of rogues that ventured near his packlands. So, he went up to the campsite where some of his warriors were stationed, but what he found was their mangled-bodied and stale blood. Something killed his men and left them there to rot.

“Out of the question.” “The Force is growing,” Bonnie hurries out. “Damon has been creating vampires for years, building up his forces little by little. He only approaches humans and Secondaries who are known radicals for the vampire’s cause. But his goal is to merely destroy Caspian and the Secondaries in power. He’s making this personal.”

"I’m so grateful to have you, Cullen. I can’t imagine living in London without you." My heart raced. Was I dreaming? Then, she leaned in and kissed me. Time stopped. Her lips were soft and trembling. The world blurred into the background. "Amari," I whispered, trembling. She looked at me with teary eyes and said, "Look, I like you, I like you Cullen" "Maybe... maybe you’re just hurting—" I tried to say, but she kissed me again. How could I resist? I wasn't a saint. I held her close, my hands around her delicate waist, and kissed her like I'd waited forever. In that moment, every fear and doubt melted away. The sky, the breeze, the world faded until only she remained.

Adrian added. Sensing my internal struggle, my twin sister stepped closer, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Seraphina, I've yearned for this reunion for so long," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of pain and longing. "Our grandfather stole our bond, but now we have a chance to rewrite our destiny, to rediscover the love that was robbed from us."

The statement also confirmed that Adrian and I were considering an alliance. Back in New York, Damon stared at the press photograph all night. Adrian stood beside me without touching me. But the way he looked at me carried years of quiet devotion.