Damon And Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

he explained. “And I still don't understand why we gave him a tip, not only did he ruined our pizza, and he also forgot the cokes,” Stefan swaggered in, grumbling. “I don't know Stefan let's talk about last night, shall we... he was possessed by Eve, a wrath demon, and I can bet he feels nasty on the inside, but money will be the least of our problems if a piece of her soul somehow gets attached to him,” Damon defended. “You dated Eve, you both had sex a lot of times, did she feel nasty on the inside?” Stefan challenged.

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

I ordained and we silently made our way to the kitchen. Connor closed the kitchen door behind him. We each got a slice of pizza and started eating. “This is so damn good.” Jake hummed as he munched on his slice. “Fuck yeah!” Alex swore as he took a second bite. Connor grimaced when he saw the amount of cheese on it. “Ugh! That’s too much cheese.” He huffed. His lips twitched. “It’s not our fault. We did not know you guys were coming over.” Jake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you

speculation.” “And now?” “Now it’s confirmed.” Damon didn’t seem concerned. “I’m not ashamed of you.” The words hit Luca harder than expected. “That’s not the point.” “Then what is?” “The point,” Luca said sharply, finally turning to face him, “is that you just painted a target on both our backs.” Damon’s gaze didn’t waver. “You’re already a target.” “Yes.” “And so am I.” Damon’s voice softened slightly. “At least now we’re standing on the same side.” Luca stared at him. “You’re reckless.” Damon smirked faintly. “And yet you still haven’t left.” That silence answered everything. Across the city, Matteo DeLuca watched the video replay on his tablet. The footage showed Damon stepping down fro

I wanted to vomit. Damon had done this. There was no mistaking it. “My King?” One of the men holding me left me and walked toward Damon who was sitting still by a corner, his hands covered with blood. His stare made me uncomfortable as I couldn’t tell whether he was still in his right mind or not. What if he was just resting from his killing spree and would soon snap again? He looked more like a savage at that moment than the man that was my mate. Slowly, he got up and began to walk to me. I swallowed, falling back and realizing all the other men who had brought me in there had disappeared. I shut my eyes, praying he would remember who I was and not hurt me.

Damon left the room and came back with a tray of food in his hand, making my stomach growl and reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything. “Thank you,” I said as he laid the table and began dishing the food. We were having bolognese spaghetti and sauced chicken, which happened to be my favorite dish, and I couldn’t just wait to munch on it. He handed me a plate and a glass of juice like a gentleman before going ahead to dish out some for himself. We sat there in silence as I dug into my food with relish. I noticed Damon kept stealing glances at me from time to time as we ate, but I was too busy trying to get my stomach filled to pay attention to him.

I asked and Davian snorted. His eyes twinkled with mischief “I would like to think my best friend’s speciality is hunting humans” Goosebumps lined my arms. Sometimes there was a darkness in Davian’s eyes whenever he talked about something. I have heard stories of his best friend, Ricardo Salvatore. He was Italy’s most feared mafia boss and was a monster. It was understandable why he was barely around Davian and they only seemed to meet in private and only when it was important because Ricardo was not the man who loved public appearances.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.