Damon And Elena Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As soon as I heard the elevator's beep, I tried to walk out too, but Damien chased after me. Damien's POV. “Babe, babe please listen" I chased after Irene in the hallway. Irene was walking very fast but I was able to catch up with her. “ Don't touch me Damien! You wanted all this right? Roses, candles with a mistress" she blasted all at once pressing the elevator button repeatedly. I had no explanation, I lacked words. I knew she had seen Monica and I and the scene was not justifying. I wished I had words to explain to her.

My body wants the man who destroyed my life. Damian’s eyes widen slightly. He doesn't pull away. He leans in closer, his thumb pressing harder into the soft tissue of my throat. "You're radiating heat, Elena. If I leave my hand here for another ten seconds, you'll leave a thermal burn on my palm." He shifts his gaze down to my stomach, then back to my eyes. A slow, razor-thin tilt of his mouth replaces his usual mask—the look of a man who has finally found the missing piece of a puzzle.

She said, and I shook my head, not buying into it even a single bit. Because I knew Mom never saw me in years of being her daughter. How someone could love and pamper you but still never see you. “The good news is, the Russos are back in town, and Damian came along with them. Isn’t that exciting?” My brows fold as I think hard about those names and how they’re related to the good news mom was sharing. Russo? Damian? “Uhh… who are they?” I asked. “You were supposed to go on a blind date with Damian before you met Neil. Don’t you remember?” Mom asked.

The frantic pounding on the door echoed through the entire floor, accompanied by Ethan’s furious roars. "Damon! You despicable half-breed! Get out here!" Inside, Damon strolled out of the bathroom. A towel was slung dangerously low on his hips, his chest and abs still glistening with water. He casually dried his wet hair, a lazy, satisfied look on his face. Ethan screamed from the other side of the door, "You used dark magic to fool the Goddess! It was an accident! Elara is mine! Give her back to me now!" Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Back off, Dominic. She needs care, not a lecture.” “Oh, and you’re the only one who can help?” Dominic’s jaw looks like it might snap. Their eyes clash, rage, heartbreak, all of it just hanging in the clearing. “She’s my mate,” Dante growls, low, dangerous. “She’s my wife,” Dominic throws back, cold as steel. That cuts her worse than the bite. Elora tries to tell them to shut up, just stop fighting for one second, but everything tilts and darkness crashes down, fast and final.

Damien watched her from the bed, propped up on one elbow, a possessive smile playing on his lips. “Tell your husband I said happy anniversary,” he said casually. Elena looked at him one last time, torn between lingering fury, overwhelming satisfaction, and a frightening sense of addiction. “This never happens again,” she whispered, though the words lacked conviction. Damien’s smile widened, dark and knowing. “We both know that’s a lie.”

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

"Forgive my bluntness, but... there have been rumors. Whispers that you...favor Elara. I’m just concerned about my wife’s reputation." Kaelen met Damon's gaze, his expression unreadable. "Elara is someone I've known for a long time, Damon. My loyalty to her is unwavering. She's always been a kind and caring friend. Nothing more." It wasn't a lie, not entirely. He did care for her, deeply. He just couldn't tell Damon the real status of their relationship. Damon's eyes glinted with suspicion. "A long time... I see. Perhaps you mistook her for someone else? She's not exactly the most... memorable omega."

He was slightly taller than Kolia, his hair a little lighter, his expression already carrying the sharp edge of someone who expected the world to move the way he wanted. He saw them at once. His gaze locked on their joined hands. “What are you doing with him?” The question came out sharp, almost angry. Young Elena froze. But Kolia did not let go. Damien strode forward and reached for her free arm. “Come on. You’re not supposed to be over here.” Kolia’s voice stayed calm but firm. “She’s with me.” “She’s not.” Damien pulled. “Let go.” The two boys faced each other across young Elena’s small body. Their argument rose quickly,short, heated words that felt too old for their ages. Rivalry already

“You’re a business woman who gets every project and grant she applies for because she knows exactly what the donors want. So how can you tell me you don’t know what Damien wants?” “What are you talking about?” I asked Elena, confused about she was trying to say and she walked up to me, her eyes still ice cold and her arms stil folded across her chest. “Are you truly clueless or do you not know that Damien Locke has started to have feelings for you?” She asked me and all I did was stare at her because the air felt weird. Elena never cared about my personal life. So why now? What did she stand to gain? Or worse. What was she up to this time?