Damon And Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

I - when I raised it with dad I was furious at you and I - I thought maybe you would love me with time or I can always say no before the wedding," said Aryan. Salvatore looked at him. "I don't love anyone in this world and I never will. I am incapable of that and you are barking up the wrong tree. With me you will never have anything you want or desire," said Salvatore. "Don't be so dramatic," said Aryan. "Oh, well, have you heard if the Capo, Aryan?" asked Salvatore. "Of course who hasn't," asked Aryan surprised. "It's me, Salvatore El Manzoni," said Salvatore and looked at Aryan whose hand fell from his shoulder and he was looking at him in shock.

This idea wasn’t bad after all. “Dami, we both agreed that Doman being here is for the revenge plan and nothing else. This isn’t right and I don’t approve,” Sophia snapped. Dami sighed but said nothing. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Babe, who is this one and why does she think she can order you around?” I barked, heat rising in my chest. Sophia blinked at me, stunned. Dami put a steadying hand on my thigh. “She’s my assistant and like a sister, Doman. Don’t talk to her like that,” she said softly.

The men wait for there boss to walk up first. Manuel walks up the stairs, “Sal, stay around, Addy will need a ride home and see if Jessica will go home with Addy,” he says to his henchmen. Addy sighs, “I don’t need someone to come home with me,” she looks up at the mafia boss hoping not to make him mad. Manuel’s turns to her, “What I say goes, Hugh will know soon that we have Jimmy. He will be after you, and if you see a big tall stocky fellow with a dragon tattoo on his arm don’t get near him, that’s Jimmy’s older brother Wade.”

Damon's growl ripped through the room, and before I could react, he had his hand wrapped around the rogue's throat, slamming him against the bars. "You tell Vaughn that if he sets foot near my pack, I'll personally rip his heart from his chest," Damon snarled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Rachel was never his, and she never will be." The rogue gasped for air but still managed a smirk. "We'll see, Alpha." Damon released him with a forceful shove, sending him crashing back against the other prisoners. He turned to Caleb. "I want them interrogated. If they know anything useful, find out. If they don't..." His eyes flashed with lethal intent. "Make an example out of them."

“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.”

“Great. So everyone knew and just kept quiet? Even you, Salvatore? You helped him keep his secret.” He shrugs casually. “He’s the alpha. He tells me to shut up, I shut up.” That almost makes me laugh. Dante and Salvatore are like brothers who never cut the cord, close, loyal and inseparable. Dante snaps at him half the time, and Salvatore just finds creative ways to get under his skin. “He also told me he isn’t leaving you,” Salvatore adds, quieter now. “Which helped with the shutting up.” I nod, my throat tightening for no good reason. “Yeah. But he won’t marry me, won’t even give me the bite.” I lift my brows like it’s nothing. Like there isn’t still an arrow lodged straight through my hea

“Yes, or no?!” A few of them jolted, Salvatore, included, and he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze back on me. “Yes, Damon, but it doesn’t mean—“ “You fixed a meeting, Salvatore, and how was I the last to know about it, as the head mafia kingpin?” I queried, my tone derisive. “Is that the respect you speak about?” “Well—“ “You should be thankful I even showed up at all,” I interrupted, glaring at him. “Now, let’s get on with the fucking meeting, shall we? I have better things to do than sit here arguing about respect with you lots.”

“I will come back to you. I swear it.” Rita pressed her forehead to his, swallowing her sobs. At last, with trembling lips, she whispered, “Then go. But don’t you dare break that promise.” Evena’s magic flared, and in a shimmer of light, Stefan was gone. ... Salvatore’s great hall was dressed in crimson and gold, nobles gathered in stiff ranks, their eyes bright with expectation. Damon stood before them, a crown waiting to be placed upon his head. He raised his hands to silence the crowd, when the doors burst open.

The SUV cut through the winding mountain roads, headlights slicing through the mist. The Draven convoy—three black vehicles moving in tight formation—headed toward the Catskills cabin, the tension inside thick enough to choke on. Damon sat in the backseat with Sarah, his hands clasped together, eyes locked on the road. “Who was in the photo?” she finally asked. Damon hesitated. “Someone I once trusted. Someone I once loved.” Sarah turned toward him. “What happened to them?”

He was a real workaholic. "Ahhh, Mr. Prince. Where have you been?" Damon tried not to appear too happy. "I returned the carriers to the coffee shop." Damon watched Logan's face. His nose was wrinkled in disgust. "That foul..." Damon raised his eyebrow and looked at Logan and he quickly retraced his words. "I should probably get going. I have work to take home." Damon rolled his eyes and watched as Logan hurried away. Little wonder he had issues with Layla. He headed upstairs to his office to get his things. He was hungry and Ms. Maria had probably already made his favorite.