Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries

“I didn't take anything, and I'm not going to take the blame for this.” Damon rose up slowly from his chair, casting a shadow over her as he came closer to her. He paused a few inches away, clouding her senses with his powerful cologne. “Are you trying to tell me that you have no idea about what we're talking about?” Elena's lip trembled slightly, but she stood her ground. “Yes.” His eyes softened briefly, but Elena knew it wasn't sympathy. A few seconds later, the anger was back again and this time it was a verbal warning. “If I discover that you lied to me and actually had something to do with this, I will make you beg for death.”

Steel. He ran to me the second I entered, arms wrapping around me so tightly I thought he might shatter. His voice cracked with a thousand emotions. “Elena. God – Elena.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t collapse. I simply looked him in the eye and whispered, “We end this - Tonight” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien stared at me like he was seeing a different woman. Not the one he married. Not the one who fled. Someone... more dangerous. “You’re not the same,” he murmured.

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

she laughed hysterically “You have never touched me even though we have shared the bed countless times but you slept with Olivia within 24 hours of meeting her” she chortled bitterly. “That's because I never saw you more than a friend, a friend I could rely on. I will—” “A friend? I don't want to be your friend, Damon. Am I not good enough to be Luna? Or your mistress?” she screamed, cutting me off from completing my statement. “Forget about Olivia because you will never see her again. If I can't be with you, I won't allow anyone else to be with you”

Elena's POV. First Day of School Hello everyone, I'm Elena, a petite teenager with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. I'm just a regular girl who loves her mom fiercely and despises her absent father for leaving us. Little did I know, my first day of college would bring an unexpected twist into my life.

After making love to Elena, I lay in bed with her in my arms like any other night. "Elena?" "Mm?" "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "About your vampire side. Can I ask how it happened?" She tenses and gradually relaxes. "My maternal grandma met and fell in love with a vampire." "But that's...." "Not allowed. I know. But my grandma didn't care. She and the vampire had a relationship, even if she had a mate at that time. When her mate got killed by a few vampires, she was already pregnant with my mom. Everything was fine with them for a while, but one day they had a big fight, and my grandma said she never wanted to him again. She raised my mother alone, but she never forgot about the vampire

"Jasper, from the moment you chose to abandon me, I ceased to be something you could use or discard at will." Damon immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me as he addressed the room, his voice clear and resolute. "Elena is my sister and the heiress to the Blackwood pack. From this day forward, anyone who dares harm her will face the consequences." Those words shattered the last remnants of hope in Jasper's eyes. He collapsed to the floor, his gaze hollow, as if the final pillar holding him upright had been ripped away. A distant wail cut through the air.

Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips. I sat up in bed and walked over to him. "Let him in," I said softly. "It's time for the show to begin." The moment the door flew open, Ethan stormed in, flanked by the Elders. His eyes landed on me—my messy hair, the way I stood beside Damon—and they turned bloodshot with rage. "Elara! Get away from him! That bastard—" His words choked in his throat. His gaze locked on my neck. On the raw, crimson mark marring my skin.

“What do you want, Damon? Since when did you start causing scenes in public?” Damon clearly struggles to respond to that. But then he points his finger at me, keeping his eyes locked on Elara. “Who is this man? Why are you so close to him?” The question almost makes me scoff out a laugh. Once again. Does he really not recognize me, or does he really think that ignoring me will earn him some sort of explanation from Elara? What a cheap trick! Elara’s arm tightens around mine. Her glare hardens even more. “What makes you think you have literally any right to know? Who are you even?”

he lets out firmly, “I didn't inform you of her demise before because I don't want you to be scared.” “She - Miss Sera is dead?” A voice resonates in the air, and they both turn to find Ethan standing a few steps away before them. Damon nods, his eyes darkening with anger. He is irritated that she tolerated herself being used by the vampires to such an extent. “Yes.” he confirms, and the teenage boy's eyes flash with distant pain. “Are you alright? You look worn out.” Lana asks Ethan, drawing Damon’s attention to the bags under Ethan’s eyes.