Damon And Caroline Novels & Stories

When the cab reached our apartment, I paid hurriedly and went inside, my tears freely falling. I punch in the password of our place with shaky hands. And then it clicked open, I barged in. “Aunt Shirley!” My eyes settled on the tiny candles and the rose petals that were scattered on the floor. I felt confused but when my eyes landed on Ethan, Aunt Shirley,Mark, Jack, Oliver, Sebastian, Brandy,Grace who I haven't seen for several months and Damien’s parents, I realised the situation. I covered my mouth with my hands, finding it hard to breathe. I can't believe they are doing this. Damien is in his armani black suit, holding a bouquet of strawberries which I love so much.

Luke said, holding his hands up while his fingers squeezed an imaginary ass. Damon shook his head and kicked the bottom of the chain link, while the memory of Cara kissing him came to his mind. He had been interested in Cara since his junior year of high school, and had only recently gotten up the courage to talk to her at a party a few weeks ago. She had been upset with her mother because of some family drama that she wouldn’t discuss, and was busy trying to drown her sorrows in peach schnapps. Figuring that since high school was finished and he had nothing to lose, Damon had told her about his feelings for her, and that was when she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t just a fr

"He’s fighting for a lie. We’re fighting for each other and for our entire pack. He has already lost." Damon leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that tasted of salt, smoke and a deep, soul-shattering relief. In that moment, the castle, the ledger and the war felt a thousand miles away. All that mattered right now was that we were home and we were together.

“Pleasure’s mine, Carlos.” Carlos glanced over at me, a dazed, mischievous look in his eyes, “is she the Jetta-girl?” He asked, and Damon nodded slowly. “Damn, she deserves it, and more,” he mumbled, losing himself for a moment as he stared at me. Damon cleared his throat impatiently and asked, “So can we go see the samples now?” Then he grabbed my palms again, interlocking fingers with me. Possessive much. “Sure, sure!”

Caro murmured, her voice shaking with fear. Dante didn’t move. He didn’t take his eyes off Mary. But his jaw tensed. He heard everything. “Trust me, accepting to marry Damon ruined her,” Caro whispered. “It made her miserable in every way imaginable.” Dante scoffed bitterly. “Really? Because I remember begging her to change her mind and be with me. I waited. I tried—”

Damien went berserk when the police informed him about the accident. He yelled “my wife and my baby!”. Damien moved past the police and I followed him. We got to the scene and it was Irene’s car. My hands were shaking, my whole body was covered with goosebumps. Damien rushed through the police and got to the car. He banged the car and cried in frustration. I walked to him and held his hand.

Davien added. Damon looked at his arm, it hadn’t stopped bleeding, but the pain was bearable. “No, Cara accidentally stabbed me.” He could hear Davien’s stifled laughter, but Damon just ignored his twin and went on with his statement. “Everything went too fast, and I didn’t get a better view, but the first shot was the balcony doors. I’ve got Cara with me though she’s unconscious.” “Okay, wait a second.” Davien briefly replied. The barrage of bullets suddenly stopped, and the eerie silence followed.

Damon had increased security, but he'd also hired an interior designer to make the place warmer, more welcoming. "Carlo called earlier," Damon said. "The last of Rex's associates was arrested in Miami. It's really over now." I turned in his arms. "Wow, that's so satisfying, I feel like causing a ruckus.” I giggled loudly, feeling the fresh air settled within me. "Hmm but I don't mind you causing that in our bedroom.” He whispered against my arch instantly made me freeze, a smile tugged around my lips as I whispered. “Yes Daddy, I really want to cause a ruckus on top of you.”

I knock on the door and he tells me to come in. "Will said you were looking for me?" I say as I step inside, my eyes going straight to a man sat on the couch. He's in only leather pants and has his sculpted chest out on display as he looks at me coldly. "Come sit down Mason, I'd like you to meet Damon, he's a new Dom and I think you would both be very good for each other," Marcus says as he gestures to the other couch. I keep my eyes lowered because Damon is radiating dominance that is making me want to drop to my knees already.

“Let’s just say Damien’s been... less than honest with you. And I have proof.” Samara’s heart pounded, but she kept her expression neutral. “What kind of proof?” Caroline pulled out her phone, scrolling through her gallery before turning the screen to Samara. The image showed Damien with Caroline sitting together at different location and times. Samara stared at the photo, her mind racing. “What do you want, Caroline? Why are you showing me this?” Samara asked a bit confused. "What's this supposed to mean?" “I and Damien are partners in crime,” Caroline explained, a smirk on her lips “We've being in touch for the past two years, plotting ways to seperate you and Frederick.”