Damon And Klaus Novels & Stories

I was about to say something but I was cut off before I could even start. “Stop talking, Amy, you are eating” Claire reprimanded while throwing daggers at me. All these while, Alpha Damon only stared at us without saying anything. Amy went still and just ate her food without saying anything further. Thankfully, the food was already served so I started eating to get out of here before it gets more awkward than it already is. “I guess you two already met” Alpha Damon spoke up. “Yes, we met earlier. And I fell in love with how she speaks, she's beautiful and friendly. I think we will get along very well because I like her” I stared blankly at Claire as she spoke calmly and sweetly.

“This? You think this can stop me?” Klaus hissed orders at his men. “Kill them both!” The fight erupted, chaotic and violent. Damon tore through the attackers with savage precision, his movements a blur of power and fury. He dispatched them effortlessly, one after the other, their bodies dropping around us like ragdolls. Klaus, realizing the tide had turned, scrambled to his feet and retreated to his car, escaping with his life. "This isn't over!" Kalus groaned, escaping. But we knew he would return.

Klaus growled at Damon who in turn simply shrugged like he hadn’t just been spoken to by someone of higher authority. “What is disrespectful, king?!” Damon nearly shouted. “Why do you find me touching a friend’s hair disrespectful?” He barked, pulling away from me so that he could stand toe to toe with Klaus. “Because that so-called ‘friend’ is my wife.” Klaus clapped back at Damon who only smiled.

He is claiming me with his kiss, pouring his emotions,showing me what he wanted to say with his mouth. I shouldn't be enjoying his force, being submissive and giving him full access to devour me. Damien held me up and let my legs wrapped around his waist, my hips grinned down on his stomach making him groan and pull away from his kiss. His eyes were hooded with lust and want, I am sure mine reflects the same as him. “Chloe...please be honest with me” he whispered, brushing my lower lips with his thumb. I nodded in daze. “okay...I don't want to keep secrets between us” I say, nuzzling against his cheek.

As I'm about to tell her that I don't know anything about it, Damon's car stops behind us. -I think Carla's future husband has come to visit us, I hear my godfather coming towards us. I look at the car, which caught the attention of strangers, and from it comes Damon, sexier than ever, dressed in a suit, spreading his intoxicating perfume. -Good evening, he says, taking off his glasses. -Good evening, my godparents say excitedly. -Sweetheart, we should go, it's getting late, he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Skye ~”Which one do you like? Damon ~”The black one, it is damn hot. I might just take it off again.” Skye ~”Then you got to wear black.” Damon ~”Are we going to be one of those couples?” Skye ~”Hahaha as long as we don't wear matching Christmas jerseys.” Damon ~”Is this acceptable for you Mrs Chase?” Skye ~”Mmm I like, can we take it off, I want to see which looks better.” Damon ~”We will never make drinks then.”

The tension from the night before still lingered in the air like smoke when Damien walked into Eclipse at 11:47 p.m. sharp. Kai was already waiting behind the bar, arms crossed, ice-blue eyes guarded. The rooftop was quiet, rain a soft constant against the glass, but the silence between them felt louder than the storm. Damien didn’t speak at first. He simply locked the door behind him, shrugged off his charcoal suit jacket, and crossed the floor until he stood directly in front of Kai. Steel-gray eyes searched Kai’s face for a long moment.

The minister’s words concluded, signatures were signed, and the chapel emptied except for us. We were alone. --- The suite overlooking the city was quiet, private. The bustling world outside didn’t exist here—only the soft hum of the air conditioner, the gentle glow of the lamps, and the slow rhythm of our shared breaths. Damon removed his jacket, setting it aside, and turned to me. “Six months,” he said softly, “and we make it work without… mistakes.” I met his eyes, and for the first time since this began, I allowed myself to let my guard down. “We’ll do what we must,” I whispered, stepping closer.

“Because I never agreed to end it.” The room erupted with whispers. Damon turned slightly, making sure every camera in the room could see them. Then he reached for Luca’s hand. Luca froze. “You don’t have to do this,” Luca whispered urgently. Damon’s grip tightened. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I do.” Before Luca could react Damon pulled him closer. And kissed him. Right there. In front of the entire ballroom. Cameras flashed like lightning. Gasps filled the air. But Damon didn’t pull away.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.