Damon And Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

His was the notorious mafia leader, Donovan Salvatore. The car came to a stop and I got down together with Donovan. At this point, my fear for him just increased, he was a monster and Jason knew father didn't like him, that was why he sold me out to him. Donovan would always resent me, I was really done for. I stood some distance from Donovan who spoke to one of the men who arrived with us. Once he was done, he approached me and grabbed my arm roughly. "Come!" I followed. Once we were inside the mansion, my senses were overwhelmed by the opulence of the whole place.

“And blood will definitely spill, but we need to work together. Pull our resources together because, let me tell you, we aren't fighting against a street thug. Damien is working with a man named Steven Crowley, who is an ex-military strategist, which means that he has a lot of weapons and tools at his disposal, and we need to tread carefully when it comes to him.” “Listen, Dominic, I know that I don't seem like it, but I really care about my sister. The only reason why you're not dead is because I knew Sofia was doing okay in your care, I can't say the same for your psychotic brother. I'd do anything to make sure she is okay so if I have to go against the devil himself, then I will. Whatever

” “I don't just want to keep you away from Luciano, I want so much from you, which includes keeping you to myself and I'd be glad if you work along. Luciano is a monster, and we need to bring him down.” “You're the monster here, not him.” I shot back, writhing in his grip. Damon laughed softly, his lips just inches from my ear. “That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. Luciano is my brother and I know him better than anyone else. Luciano is a monster.” I stilled “Dammit!” Damon cursed and released my wrist abruptly, stepping back. He turned to Logan. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she stays comfortable, for now.”

- Damon replied, completely ignoring his words, quickly getting to his feet. - I wonder what.- Salvadore snorted with obvious reluctance. - Your death. You killed Selene's father.- Damon replied, glaring at him. - And you killed her mother, don't you remember?- Salvadore replied, smiling maliciously. Damon became furious and lunged at him. Deborah watched them struggle with undisguised terror and she couldn't use her gift because they were both too close to each other and she didn't want to burn Damon along with Salvadore.

“I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,” “The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a bullet to his head,” Lorenzo's face was a mask of fury. He was talking about Viktor. I still couldn't believe they were stepbrothers. “And I'll make sure to keep you alive and watch how I'll tear apart Dario and Savio. I rip out their organs, and you'll watch me feed it to them,” Salvatore stood up from his chair, and I suddenly felt sick. Bile turned in my stomach, rising to my throat. “No, I think I have a better idea. I'll make you do it, just exactly how you ripped out your moth

He twisted my head to the side, his thumb rubbing brutally against my collarbone. “Damian!” Father yelled but he didn’t relent. The friction wiped away the makeup completely, exposing the dark, unmistakable hickeys Christian had left just an hour ago. Damian shoved me away hard and my head snapped back. He stood up, his chair screeching violently against the floor. "What is the meaning of this, Salvatore?!" Damian’s voice was a lethal hiss. My father froze, his cigar hovering inches from his lips. "Damian, what are you—"

Alexer and Thamer were clueless about it. --------------- Damon Salvatore fixed his gaze to the mirror. He just finished having dinner to a very expensive restaurant in New Jersey. He's going to meet Mr. Reid for the ten cargoes he ordered for him and for the others. He's hoping that he chose the healthy individuals for their maintenance. Felix knows what's best for their clan so Damon was lucky to have him. The door swung open and he saw a delivery boy in front of my door. He offered me the box from his delivery bag. I took it and check who's the sender but I found no single words that has written on it, so, I just signed the reciept and went inside.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

He stepped forward until he was just two steps away. “You think love is enough to survive what’s coming?” “No. But it’s what brought me here. And now, it’s what keeps me standing.” I stood between them, feeling the sparks in the air. It was like watching two opposing forces on the verge of colliding. “I’ve heard of you,” Dimitri said, his voice low. “Matteo Salvatore. One of the most feared names in the Italian mafia in New York. The man who solves with blood, who leads with an iron fist. They say you hesitate before no one.”

He removed his hand from her clothes and put it on her waist before flipping her over and then remaining on top of her while they continued with whatever they were doing… lips locked. They were both having a hot moment when a creak from the door alerted them that someone had walked in and on breaking the kiss, they saw Damien standing at the door, fury evident all over his face. They got up in fear. Not waiting for an explanation from Alex , Damien took out his sword. “Today is the day you die, Alex, ” he said angrily.