Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

DAMIEN’S POV I woke up feeling very happy, I was happy because not only had I found my mate but I had also been able to spend some proper time with her for the first time since we met. I couldn’t even believe that we were walking around and acting like we were having a forbidden affair. I loved Elena and I couldn’t imagine my life without her now that I had found her, I didn’t remember anything about my life still and I didn’t know if I had any family out there but for now Elena was the only family I had and I had every intention of fighting from her. I knew that Lukas wouldn’t just have her over to me, he was obsessed with her and would probably kill me and her rather than give her over to

I said and we sat down. We ordered drinks and starters and Sheila slid a large envelope across the table and my head snapped up as I smelled that familiar mint scent and I turned in my seat. Damon had walked through the door with a much younger woman, or girl as she looked barely eighteen. He even had the audacity to smile at me as he led her to a table not far from where I was sitting and she looked at me as he said something to her. “Finley?” Sheila asked. “Sorry, I’ve been writing so much this past week that my brain’s all muddled,” I said to her with a quick smile.

"You look like you’re about to commit murder, Moretti. And for once, it’s not me." Elena ignored them, stepping even closer to Damien, her voice unwavering. "You’re not going alone." Damien’s jaw ticked. "Don’t test me. This isn’t up for discussion, tesoro." Elena squared her shoulders. "Then don’t test me either." A thick silence stretched between them, crackling with unspoken defiance. Lorenzo cleared his throat, smirking. "As much as I love watching you two go at it, maybe we should focus on getting the kid back?"

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

"No, thank you. I just wanted to make sure he was okay." Rachael looked between us, reading the unspoken tension perfectly. "He's fine now," she said lightly. "The soup helped." That earned her a glance from Elena - quick, sharp, but calculated. "Well," Elena said, lifting her chin. "I'll let you rest, Damian." Her tone was clipped, her smile paper-thin. Before I could respond, she turned and walked away - heels clicking against the floor, pride wrapped around every step. "I should let you sleep. You'll need strength tomorrow." said Rachael

“Don’t let it be found.” “I won’t,” I promise. His eyes harden. “And Elena?” “Yes?” “Whatever game you’re playing… be careful,” he says quietly. “We don’t know what Daemon is capable of.” “I know,” I lie. “Thank you, Marco.” When I walk into Daemon’s office building, heads turn. It’s almost comical, the way whispers ripple across the lobby like static. Men in suits freeze mid-step. A woman at reception drops her pen. The wife of Alexander Bianchi.

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

Stefan's eyes go wide with fear. "Oh shit. Now you managed to piss her off," Mark says. "Elena, please don't kill him. I really don't want to clean his remains." I ignore Mark and growl at Stefan. "Listen, you piece of shit. Things are done the way I say. If I say the slave is the first to get treatment, then it will be so. Understood?" I ask. "Yes, Alpha," Stefan says in a submissive voice.

Leo screamed to the rest of the guards who were trying to take Kylian down. Suddenly, my eyes darted to a figure who was looking around, trying to look for something or someone. He turned around, and I could see his face. It was Damon; why wasn’t he with the kids? I hope nothing has happened to my children. I could feel my heart beating fast. Soon enough, Kylian noticed his presence and brought out a gun from his pocket, pointing it in Damon’s direction. "Damon, watch out!!!!” I screamed as Kylian fired at him, but it was too late, as the bullet had already hit him.

A sergeant stood bythe bar, waving her over, distracted by somepoor bastard they were hauling in. Elena took a slow step back. Then another. But before she was out of reach, she paused,lifting her gaze to mine. “See youaround,....Dominic.” Then she turned and walked away. Cocky little thing. I let her go. For now. But that night, as the club settled and the policeleft with their empty threats, one thing becamevery clear. Elena Monroe was going to be a problem.