Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

' Sheena said, breaking into tears again. 'You are crying. Are you okay? Please tell me what's going on.' Elena ranted. She was overly worried now. 'Baby is everything okay?' Sheena heard the male voice ask from Elena's end. 'Are you alone?' Sheena asked with caution. 'No, I'm with damian.' Elena responded. Sheena's mind was quick to recall who Damian was this time. She remembered Elena had mentioned he worked for Mr Dominic as his lawyer. He could be in on the whole plan too.

Samson clicked his tongue but said nothing. “Let me just keep my fingers crossed that you will eventually join our lab,” Damian said. Elena sighted a black car that was parked by the roadside. It's obvious to her that someone was watching. She handed a glance toward Samson, and he subtly gave a nod. “I will be returning your jacket next time we see,” Elena said lightly. Damian opened the car door for her. “Elena, I really mean it. We would make a great team,” he stated.

Elena By midnight, Damien’s apartment looks nothing like a home. The dining table is covered in laptops, open files, scattered photos—both the real ones and the edited ones, lined up like evidence in a crime scene. Three strangers sit there, all of them too calm, too sharp, the kind of people rich men call when things go bad. “Elena,” Damien says, “my team.” He points to a man with military posture. “Robert Chen. Head of corporate security.”

He told himself she deserved what she got… but something inside him refused to stay quiet. The door burst open. “Stephan?” Damien’s brows furrowed in surprise. Stephan didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He strode in with stormy determination, his usually calm eyes burning with anger. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice cold and steady. Damien leaned back, his tone indifferent. “About what?” “Elena.” The name alone seemed to freeze the air. Damien’s hand stilled mid-motion, the faintest flicker of discomfort crossing his face.

Her eyes looked tired. "Elena...," Damian began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Damian, it's early in the morning," Elena said calmly. She leaned against the door frame. "What's wrong?" "I just... I wanted to see them. Olivia, Katty, and Delya," he replied, trying to smile. "If I may." Elena stared at him for a few seconds. There was no anger, but no warmth either. She nodded slowly, then opened the door wider.

Elisa repeated slowly, her voice hollow with disbelief. “Daddy?” Her gaze shifted from Luca to Damian. Damian didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled—slowly. Slyly. A quiet, unmistakable pride flickered in his eyes. Before Elisa can interrogate him further— Footsteps. Many of them. The doors of the estate swung open and over twenty cooperatively dressed individuals flood inside, their expressions shining with barely contained excitement. They crowded in behind Damian, peering eagerly over his shoulder, craning their necks to catch sight of Luca in his arms.

Two of the store assistants near the counter turned their heads immediately, looking over at us with wide eyes. ​Damian didn't care about the staff watching. He reached out and grabbed my right wrist, his fingers squeezing down hard around my skin. ​"You belong to me, Elena!" he said, his face twisting in desperate anger. "You built your entire career under my roof, you carry my last name, and you belong at my mercy! I will keep coming after you—in court, in the news, through every press outlet in this city—until you finally realize that you can never get away from me!"

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

“Good day Miss Bennett.” “Mr. Wells,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. I had spent the day reviewing every scrap of information I could find on Hart Global and its tangled family dynamics, but nothing prepared me for the gravity of this room. The air felt thicker here, charged with secrets and high-stakes decisions. Damien remained by the window, his silhouette outlined against the glittering skyline. He didn't turn immediately, but his presence dominated the space. “Thank you for coming,” he said quietly, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

But our moment of peace is short-lived as Helen suddenly barges in, her eyes ablaze with anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Damon?" she barks, her gaze flickering over to me before turning back to him. "You shouldn't be protecting a woman who's been cheating on you for years!" Damon stands tall, his face determined. "That's exactly why I won't remarry her, mother," he says firmly. "Elysia is not the only one to blame for our problems." I feel a mixture of shock and confusion at his words, unsure of what to make of his declaration. But before I can say anything, Helen lunges towards me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me towards her.