Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“I believe this dance is mine, Ms. Reyes.” Damian’s expression went rigid. “Adrian,” Elena said warmly, sliding her hand into his. “Damian, this is Adrian Voss. My fiancé.” The word landed in the space between them like a dropped glass. Damian’s gaze snapped to Adrian’s hand on her back, then to her face, searching for a lie he wasn’t going to find — because there wasn’t one. Adrian’s grip tightened, subtle and deliberate, a silent message aimed entirely at the man in front of them.

"That is not a good speech you gave him, you will tend to miss him soon enough, don't say I did not inform you about these. Now I see why he brought you to his room, he needed to be sure you do not escape again." Selene said smiling lightly, her son was totally smitten by his mate, that was how vampires are, especially their kings, they tend to be more possessive with their mates more than any other things they possessed. A knock was heard on the door and a maid opened the door, a trolley of different dishes filled the trolley. Bella opened her eyes in awe, surprised at the loads of food in the trolley. She had just taken a meal before her failed escape attempt, but now, the vampires seemed

I said innocently while trying to chew and I honestly have no idea how that worked. Cassie and Sophia burst out laughing their asses out. Cassie and Sophia are my best friend. Cassie was a white wolf, she was the eldest of the three of us, the fastest and my elder brothers mate, who happens to be the Alpha of Inara pack, which is my pack. Cassie is one of my mom's book class member's daughter, hence how we met and how she ended up being my brother's mate.

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.

"Do you hear me, Damon? They're going to harm me and our pup! You have to get here and save us at once!" She suddenly shrieked, "It's all that wretched Elena's fault! She's the one who brought this misfortune upon us!" Damon's expression immediately hardened. He bellowed into the phone, "Shut up, Isabelle! Who are you to speak ill of Elena?" Isabelle was clearly taken aback by Damon's response. "Huh? What did you just say, Damon?" Damon went into a complete rage. "I told you to shut up! You'd better listen up, Isabelle—Elena is my mate and my one and only Luna! Who the hell do you think you are to talk about her in such a manner?"

“Still emotional. Still predictable.” Damon pulled his arm back like he was about to hit him. I stepped forward. “Damon stop.” He froze. He didn’t let go. He didn’t breathe. He just stopped. “Elena’s dying,” I said. “We need to move her.” Damon’s jaw clenched. He released his brother with a shove but didn’t take his eyes off him. His brother rolled his shoulder like Damon’s grip had been nothing. “She’ll die in a few minutes,” he said casually. “The damage is internal. She shouldn’t have come.”

Elara sat at her vanity, brushing her long, dark hair, and staring at her reflection in the mirror. The sparkle that Kaelen had managed to ignite in her eyes has now dimmed, replaced by a haunted far-off look. Her thoughts trailed, flashing back to the years she'd spent with Damon as his omega: The door to her room slammed open, causing Elara to jump. Damon stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger. He was a tall, muscular man with a cruel sneer on his face.

Staying put showed I was committed to them, but every minute we waited gave Celeste and Damien more room to breathe. The door creaked open then, and Vivienne stepped in, her arms crossed tight, that determined look on her face. “Damon, we need to talk. Really talk. Who is this Elena, exactly? And don’t give me the short version. I heard enough to know she’s deep in this will mess, and it feels like you’re hiding her from me.”

‎**Elena's POV** ‎"Fuck me harder, Damon. Yes right there, Mmm... fuck me more. Ple...ase.." I moaned loudly as Damon kept pounding me hard from behind. ‎My name is Elena, and Damon is my stepbrother, my hot stepbrother. Our parents had gone on a five-day trip, and here we are, fucking sense out of our heads the very first day our parents had left. ‎"Yes... right there.. Deeper.. Please," I kept begging as he continued banging me.

Eli turned,instinctively stepping closer to his sister. Lena’s pulse jumped. “Miss Rowan.” Eli’s shoulders squared, though his frame trembled. “Who are you?” Damon’s gaze flicked over him, unbothered. “Family, I presume?” “I’m her brother.” “Then you’ll want to hear this.” He stepped further in, closing the distance between them. Lena’s fingers gripped the sheets. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I disagree,” Damon said. “My girlfriend currently lies in a coma and the only person who saw it happen has somehow become the media’s favorite villain. I think that gives me the right to visit.”