Damon And Klaus Novels & Stories

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

Soon, he heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened to reveal a scruffy-looking man. Damon's brow furrowed involuntarily. "Clark?" Behind the door, Clark stood disheveled, with an unkempt beard and hair. His loose clothes hung off him as though he were homeless. Upon seeing Damon, hatred and anger flickered in Clark's eyes. "Damon, what are you doing here?!" Damon felt a wave of displeasure. It had been years since they last met, and Clark hadn't even addressed him as "Uncle". How rude. But, remembering the purpose of his visit, he suppressed his annoyance.

In one swift movement, her top was off. Damien kissed her from her neck and down to her breasts and Raven didn't know if she could take it any longer. When it was time for him to put it in Raven took a deep breath and went in. Damien moved slowly and Raven got used to it and when it was all done, Raven knew that Damien was the one for her. Raven turned to Damien and she put her arms around him but Damien turned away from her and he faced his side. He probably was tired and asleep Raven thought or he felt too hot to hold her in his arms.

He had not stopped staring at me since I made that announcement. "Ignore them. Everyone in this pack house likes to gossip too much." He then placed our joined hands on the table as if he was trying to flaunt our relationship. He simply looked so happy. And I could not help but mirror his feelings. Everything felt too perfect. And I hoped and prayed nothing would go wrong. "So, this is serious, huh." Klaus said, his voice calm, but still managed to make all heads turn to him. "I never play about Amara. You know that." Damien said it so casually, you'd think he was discussing the weather.

Blue eyes flickered towards the screen on which ' my son' was blinking. " How old is your son?" Damiano asked, folding his sleeves up, as another bullet was shot at his car. " 6." Confused Luke beside him answered and a long sigh escaped Damiano's lips. " Drive and get backup as fast as you can, I will handle this." He ordered, his finger latching on the door opening the car. The men outside altered at his move hiding in the shadows. " But capo I can't-" the man cut himself off as Damiano glared at him.

But as I got closer to the living room, I heard voices. Low voices. Angry voices. I stopped. I pressed my back against the wall. I held my breath. "They are massing at the border," Kael said. His voice was tight. Stressed. "Let them," Damon replied. His voice was like a low rumble of thunder. "If they take one step into my territory, I will kill them all." My heart hammered against my ribs. I peeked around the corner. Damon was standing in the middle of the living room. He wore dark pants but no shirt. His back was to me. I could see the thick scars crisscrossing his muscles. Kael was standing by the large windows. Kael was holding a tablet.

“That aside… What about the whole issue with Victoria?” Damon’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Claudia,” he corrected. stopped walking. “What do you mean, Claudia?” “That’s her real name.” Chelle stared at him. “What?” “She’s married,” he went on calmly, as if he hadn’t just flipped her world. “Has a son too.” Chelle let out a breath that sounded half laugh, half disbelief. “You’re joking.” “I wish I was.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We lured her to the house. She didn’t even question it.”

“Brother, you work fast.” I wanted the ground to swallow me. Klaus only smirked. “She started it.” I hit his chest. Hard. He caught my hand and kissed my knuckles. In front of everybody. My soul left my body. Then he started introducing me around. “This is Damon,” he said, nodding to a broad guy with dimples. “Mate, finally,” Damon said dramatically. “He never shuts up about you.” “What?” I whipped toward Klaus. He looked innocent. Liar.

He remained perfectly still, a silent sentinel carved from muscle and silver scars. "He’s not going to stop," Elena said softly, her gaze dropping to the dark liquid in her mug. "Damon’s pride is his religion. He didn't come to the border tonight because he wanted me back out of love. He came because he realized my survival makes him look weak to the pack elders. He came because he’s terrified of you." Klaus’s jaw tightened, a sharp muscle ticking in his cheek. He reached out, his large, calloused index finger gently hooking under her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up.

Her voice trembled with anger l, sorrow and confusion, all at once. Kleo didn’t respond right away. She just looked at her. Her eyes lingered on Lena’s face as though searching for something beneath the fatigue, beneath the guilt. The clock ticked in the background, and for a few seconds, neither of them moved. Then, Kleo smiled faintly with a quiet knowing that unsettled Lena even more. “If there’s one thing I know about Damon,” she said slowly, her voice low and measured, “since all the years I’ve been friends with him…” She leaned back slightly, her hand once again finding its resting place over her stomach, fingers splaying protectively. “It’s that he doesn’t go after something for nothi