Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

she said. Elena didn’t reply right away. She took off her cloak and passed it to Brian, and then said to the dripping princess in an indifferent tone, “I wouldn’t call myself a winner if it was my mate who poisoned my brothers.” She had just learned from Jack that, not only Alex, Lennie’s youngest brother, Liam, was affected by the snow too. Lennie clenched her fists even tighter. She hated what Elena was suggesting here. She wasn’t Zeno’s mate. She was a dragon. She was herself. She would never be anyone’s mate.

Alpha Damon strolls away, adjusting his trousers as Princess Isabella’s delightful voice chimes in the background. “Yes, the man said he did.” “Which man?” Damon's deep, cold voice resonates loudly in the air, catching the attention of Katarina and Isabella, who now notice his imposing presence. “Lana!” “Princess Lana!” They both cry out as they rush to Lana’s side. Katarina's eyes burn with pretentious anger as she observes Lana's face, noticing her swollen lips. “That ravenous bastard,” she grits her teeth, her gaze shifting to the Alpha with a fierce glare.

Alpha Damon nodded his head. "She's Olivia, she will be my mistress from today. Prepare a room for her in my quarters and assign a maid to assist her" he instructed. "Yes Alpha" "And also, get enough dresses and anything she might need for her" he added. The well-built man bowed and disappeared. I could only stare at them till he was out of our sight, he is handsome but scary at the same time. Who is he though? "Beta Luca, that was Beta Luca" Alpha Damon answered. I was forced to cover my mouth with my left hand since my right hand had been confiscated by him.

There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna! Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan. I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself. “Damon's firing Zyna from the farm.” I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

Damon gets to the small cafe around one, he picks a table by the window to wait for Elijah, lost in thought of the man who has captured his attention so thoroughly. Eli pushes open the door to the quaint café, spotting Damon immediately as he scans the room. A wide grin spreads across his face and he makes his way over to the table, sliding into the seat across from his romantic interest. Hey there, handsome, he greets warmly, his voice low and intimate. He takes a moment to appreciate Damon's appearance, noting how the soft lighting seems to highlight his attractive features. Eli feels a familiar flutter in his stomach, excitement coursing through him at the prospect of spending more time a

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

Roman grumbled from the front seat, scrolling violently through his iPad like the poor device offended him. “Fuck that. If you come out looking even slightly upset, it's over for her,” Damian scowled beside me, his arms folded, legs spread. “I’m sure she’ll behave,” Elias added from the driver’s seat, his eyes fixed on the road. “All her bravado and poison have been stripped away.” “She’s still Elena,” Damian snapped. I sighed, resting my head on the window as the drive went on. ~.~ Elena was already seated when I entered the visitation room. A thick sheet of glass separated us, turning her into something that looked displayed rather than imprisoned.

She moved towards him and extended her arm, "Hi, I'm Elena Jenson." Damien looked at her extended arm but didn’t respond to it, "I'm Damien Calvo." He said shrugging his shoulders Elena looked a little shocked, "W-well, would you like to join our table?" "No. I'm happy where I am." Elena again opened her mouth but I cut her short, "You heard him, Elena, he doesn't want to. So you can go and enjoy your lunch and let us enjoy ours." I smiled sickly at her.

I still didn't have a name for the man standing between us, only the sound of my father saying Don Rossi like it was something you said carefully, the way you'd handle a live wire. Sophia recovered faster than my father did, though her recovery came out as something closer to panic than confidence. "This isn't what it looks like," she said quickly, glancing between Damien and my father like she was trying to work out who needed convincing more. "We came because Elena ran off last night after a family disagreement, and we were worried; that's all. We had no idea she'd be here with you. We would never have interrupted if we'd known." "You knocked like you already knew exactly who you'd find,"