Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

“And the Blackwoods? Still too busy tearing each other apart to notice?” Elena rolled her eyes. “Damion is obsessed with Carmela, and Adrian is obsessed with ruining Damion. Neither of them has the time to pay attention to a few missing millions.” The man’s lips curled into a grin. “Clever girl.” Elena stood, walking over to him, running a finger down his chest. “It’s only the beginning, sweetheart.” He caught her hand, his grip firm but teasing. “And when they do notice?” Elena’s smirk didn’t waver. “By then, we’ll already be long gone.”

Staying put showed I was committed to them, but every minute we waited gave Celeste and Damien more room to breathe. The door creaked open then, and Vivienne stepped in, her arms crossed tight, that determined look on her face. “Damon, we need to talk. Really talk. Who is this Elena, exactly? And don’t give me the short version. I heard enough to know she’s deep in this will mess, and it feels like you’re hiding her from me.”

But when his gaze found her across the room, something unguarded flickered there—brief, but real. Bella, who had accompanied her, leaned close. “If looks could burn, Elena, the ice king would be ash by now.” Elena gave a nervous smile. “Let’s hope he remembers that tonight isn’t about war—it’s about survival.” Bella’s eyes softened. “Or maybe both.” As Elena reached the last step, Damian was already there, his hand extended. “You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone lacked heat. “Fashionably,” she replied, slipping her hand into his. His grip tightened, grounding her as the flashes from the press burst like lightning.

I was ready to fight for my love. The door to my room creaked open and I saw Viola standing by the post. Her eye widened with a smile with a smile which never got to her eyes. “Elena, sister,” she called with surprise and excitement. “We’ve all been searching for you. Are you alrifh?” She asked as she walked into my room. Her purple eyes flicked from me to the doctor, then back to me. I gave doctor Tancredi a sign to leave, then forced a smile, just like Viola did. “I am fine, Viola. Why’s everyone worried? Aren’t you the Luna now?” I responded, instinctively taking my hands off my stomach.

“This won’t be easy. Whoever they are, they’re meticulous. Every move is calculated.” Damien’s lips curled into a grim smile. “So are mine.” The next few days were a blur of planning and preparation. Damien, Elena, and Logan worked tirelessly, pouring over maps, surveillance footage, and intelligence reports. Each lead brought them closer to uncovering the identity of the shadowy figure pulling the strings. Elena proved herself invaluable, her quick thinking and sharp instincts rivaling even Damien’s. She had grown into her role as his partner, both in life and in battle.

“Damien’s mother hasn’t even spoken to us yet.” “I don’t care.” She glanced around, lowering her voice. “You may not care, but our families do. Your father does.” His hand fell away from her back. “This...” He gestured subtly between them. “This pretending. It’s suffocating.” Her chest tightened. “Then don’t pretend.” He gave a short, humourless laugh. “That’s rich, coming from you.” Before she could respond, Elena approached, glowing. “Antonella!” she beamed and embracing Antonella. Taking Antonella by surprise. “And Allister thank you so much for coming.”

the host announced and they excused themselves and left. “Luna Silver,” Damon whispered in my ear, his hands still encircling my now rounded waist. “I still can’t get over how beautiful that sounds.” I smiled. “Me neither.” I looked down to see my son and his best friend, Sutter, running around while Sutter’s mother, Mila and his father Gaston, chased after them. I chuckled as I wondered what it was they must have done now. “You need to sit,” Damon told me, sitting on the throne chair by the cubicle and placing me on top of him, without giving me a chance to refuse. “You might pop anytime soon.”

Elena’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I haven’t planned anything. I only said that to him to show how desperate I was. I don’t even know this woman you’re talking about. All I know is her name. I’m dating her husband. So who exactly are you? A cop or something?” Damon let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his temple as if dealing with a stubborn child. “You can’t go around talking reckless bullshit about hurting people. You’re young and stupid. Who the hell made you CEO of this company?”

she said. Eve stopped. Elena looked at her with the direct warmth that had characterized her since the beginning....since she'd appeared in Eve's life as Raphael's companion and had become, somewhere in the months that followed, something closer than that. "I need to talk to you," Elena said. "And to Alpha Damian and Alpha Damon." Eve looked at her face and immediately understood what was going through her mind. "Okay," she said. "Come on lets go inside" *** They assembled in the sitting room.