Damon And Stefan And Elena Novels & Stories

Mark asked him "Înălțimea voastră, ei omoară toate fetele din New York care sunt Elena de vârstă a Prințesei și numită Elena. Înălțimea voastră, oamenii noștri au căutat în fiecare orfelinat din New York, dar nu au găsit orice fată pe nume Elena. Le-au arătat și poza prințesei, dar totul a mers în radar. Oamenii noștri nu au vrut să te facă să dezamăgești, așa că au făcut pasul. Ei au făcut lists fetele pe nume Elena. Acum îi omoară. Se vor întoarce doar după ce vor oxide toti ( Your Highness, they are killing all girls in New York who are Princess Elena's age and named Elena. Your Highness, our men had searched in every orphanage in New York City but they did not find any girl called Elena.

-Damon, it's not that I need more time. -But then what is it? -Damon, I'm not one of those models you used to hang around with. -What do you mean? he asks seriously. -I mean, I don't look like them. I don't have a flat stomach, I'm neither tall nor... -Elenor, you're not like them. You're much better than them. I desire you like I've never desired anyone! I've been yearning for you and that sexy body of yours since I saw you leave me that night. Do you know how many cold showers I've had because of you? You don't know! Do you know how many bullets I wanted to put into every man at that charity ball?"

Elena shifted slightly, and my gaze flickered back to her face, but not before I caught the faintest glimpse of the way the damp fabric barely concealed the peaks of her nipples. Shit. Elena waved a hand in front of my face. “Hey! What are you doing here?” she said, snapping me out of it. I blinked rapidly, realizing just how obvious I’d been. Oh no! ELENA’S POV I opened the door, and there stood Luca, tall, looking so breathless, and utterly distracting. My breath caught for half a second before I forced myself to act normal. But damn… he looked good. His dark, damp hair was slightly messy, strands sticking out in random directions, and his broad chest glistened slightly from leftover dropl

A screen blinked to life across from him. And there he was – Luca Montrose, seated on a throne of cold light. “I see you’re still bleeding for her,” Luca said smoothly. Damien didn’t flinch. “I’d die for her.” Luca tilted his head. “How quaint. That’s what makes you predictable.” He leaned closer. “You’ll live just long enough to watch her lose” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Elena** Hours passed. The summit remained still. No helicopters. No airships. No enemy drones.

And now, I was next in line. Elena shifted in the seat beside me, her presence a calming force even when I didn’t feel calm at all. I couldn’t quite bring myself to look at her, though. I didn’t know how to explain everything that was swirling in my chest. I didn’t know how to make her understand. "Damian," Elena said, her voice a soft, almost hesitant whisper. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she was careful, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to ask the questions swirling in her own mind.

My hands trembled and my lips trembled, and I was going on to explain more, when Adrian, his best friend, came forward. “Calm down, Damien, calm down,” Adrian said quickly, but his voice was very careful and insistent. “This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.”

When the last counterattack failed spectacularly, the elders could no longer take it, and they gathered to force Stefan to give them an explanation. He kept silent for a long time. Stefan clenched his knuckles until they turned white, but he still refused to give them a reason. Finally, Corey walked into the meeting room with a document in his hand. He went straight to the elders and handed them the document. "It's because the woman with Hunter Caruso is the Donna, Elena Gallo."

Damon built a secret still in the attic; Devin engineered a rainwater catchment; Donovan mapped every escape tunnel within a mile radius. At night, when the house finally collapsed into tired, sated sleep, they’d gather in pairs and threes, basking in skin and warmth and the borrowed luxury of not being dead. Sometimes it was one-on-one, an exchange of need and nerve that left bruises and sometimes even laughter; sometimes, when the razor wire of their days frayed down to nothing, the three would reach for her together, urgent and wordless, a hungry, holy tangle. Elena surrendered to them every time—not for their dominance, but for the way they made her feel: seen, elemental, unbreakable. Pa

West, however, seemed completely unaffected by the tension around him. His entire focus remained on Lucas. “Grandfather, this is Elena. She's a child psychologist, and Nora’s nanny. She has been really helpful with Nora’s condition, and the sole reason why Nora is here tonight.” Dominic defended me. “Really? Oh wow!” He was amused, then his eyes quickly found Lucas again. “What did you say your name was again?” he asked warmly. “Lucas Hart,” Lucas repeated proudly. “And this must be my little princess.” The old man chuckled softly before glancing toward Nora.

For a few precious weeks, the storm seemed to pass. Damien kept his promise, or at least appeared to. He shut Lila down firmly at work, stopped answering her late-night texts, and made more effort to reassure Elena. Their stolen moments became sweeter, more frequent. The sex grew even more intense, as if both of them were trying to drown doubt in pleasure. One rainy Friday night, Marcus was away for a work conference. Elena told her parents she was staying at a friend’s house. Instead, she drove straight to Damien’s apartment with a small overnight bag.