Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”

Up close, he was worse. Much worse. His dark eyes studied her calmly, like he was inspecting a very interesting problem. “Well,” Damon said quietly. “Elena Romano.” His voice hadn’t changed. Still smooth. Still annoyingly confident. Elena crossed her arms. “Damon Vale.” Silence stretched between them. Then Damon smirked slightly. “I see the Romano family is still throwing expensive parties.” She raised an eyebrow. “And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.”

“Elena.” Jon blinked at them, the confusion and dread rising in his chest. “What about Elena? Is… is she okay?” “Well, she's not dead. But you see, she vanished with something that belonged to us," the man said casually. “That can't be right,” he replied shakily. “Elena is married to a cop. She's with him in-” The man shook his head. “Your son-in-law didn’t tell you, huh?” Jon’s eyes followed the other two men who were pacing the room, watching him like he was game.

A man—tall, lean, wearing a dark suit—his face eerily familiar. Her breath caught. Capello. Her father. Elena’s world tilted. She shook her head, refusing to believe it. “No…” Alejandro smirked. “Oh, querida, yes.” Capello’s expression was unreadable, but his presence here spoke volumes. He had made a deal with Alejandro. Elena’s pulse pounded in her ears. How could he? --- Dino’s Instincts Kick In Dino paced the length of his study, hands clenched at his sides.

"No! Please! I have money! I can give you whatever you want!" A heavy, custom leather boot stepped into the circle of light directly in front of him. Julian looked up, his jaw trembling violently, his face draining of all color. Damian Vance stood over him like the harbinger of death itself, his towering frame casting a long, terrifying shadow over the sniveling coward on the floor. Behind Damian, two figures stepped out of the swirling smoke, moving in silent, haunting unison. Elena and Daphne. Identical, unyielding, and covered in the dark aura of total authority.

She wanted to respond, but stopped when they heard a scream from the study. She and Alex shared a glance before they rushed to the study. When they entered, they stumbled upon the scene of Elle bawling her eyes out while questioning Damien on why he was still writing to Ariel. Damien just sat on his chair, staring blankly like what he was watching had nothing to do with him. Alex growled as Jasmine went to comfort Elle. "Damien l! Why the hell would you treat Elle like this? She is carrying your child for heaven's sake!" Alex yelled. Damien just kept looking at them without a change in expression.

It was soon eight in the evening. The press conference commenced. Elena walked on stage and flashed everyone her most charming smile. “Hello, everybody. I’m Elena Steves, a colleague of Daya Stoermer. I have a very sad issue to reveal to all of you. Daya looks like a saint on the surface, but she’s actually a cunning b*tch. Her personal life is messed up, and it’s not her first time interfering in someone else’s relationship…” Right then, one of the staff members rushed on stage and whispered into Elena’s ear.

"I got stuck in traffic; there's no need to panic, Elena. Hi, Lorenzo, how have you been?" She beams at Lorenzo, but my gaze is fixed on the man accompanying her; I can't shake the feeling that I recognize him. I believe I've seen him before, and my instincts are rarely mistaken, but where could it be? "Oh! This is Timmy Brooks, my fiancé. Timmy, you already know Elena; this is Lorenzo, Elena’s husband." Timmy, just like my childhood crush who kissed Eloisa and is now her fiancé. Incredible! Lorenzo and Timmy greet each other with a handshake and some small talk, while I look at Eloisa with wide eyes. I pull her close so I can whisper in her ear.

He adds, his smile widening. Teresa begins to elbow me as Juliet stares widely, they both seem confused at Damon's response but they don't want to ask any further. That night with Damon was confusing as much as it was romantic. Everything that happened went on smoothly, "Nothing happened." I clear my throat before pointing out to my friends, "This is Juliet and Teresa." "Nice meeting you, I'm Damon." "So we've heard," Teresa replies. "It's nice to finally meet you, Damon." Juliet says.

Love welled in Elena’s heart and she cracked a smile, all her sad feelings from earlier dissipating at the sight of her fiancee. “Shall we?” The producer gave a nod and they started filming. The work for the day didn’t take so much time. Elena just gave a tour of the house and spoke about the day she caught David cheating. It was stressful for her emotionally, but she knew the stress was mild. Compared to when she would have to film the cliff she fell off. Just the thought had the smell of petrol and burning flesh rushing over her again. Elena’s hands trailed the life-sized portrait of her former face while holding the DNA report that proved she was Elena Sanchez.