Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

Elena’s stomach twisted. “But in loss”, Viper continued, pausing to raise her glass, “we must also honor the future. The living. The enduring strength of the alliance”, A spotlight shifted. And then he stepped out. Not Damien. No, it was ‘‘Ambrose Crest’’, Damien’s father. Dressed in a navy-tailored suit, aging yet powerful. Cold as ever. He offered Viper his arm, and the crowd gasped. Elena gripped the railing. “We are pleased”, Viper said smoothly, her eyes scanning the stunned faces below, “to announce our engagement”,

Eleanor gasped — not loudly, but with disappointment so heavy it made Damian shift uncomfortably. “A devil? Damian, how dare you call your wife that? That girl has done nothing but try in her own way to make this marriage work.” Damian shook his head. “Grandma, we’ve passed that point. I have made my decision and that’s final.” Eleanor’s voice dropped, softer but full of pain. “So Selene is your future? That girl who can’t even look me in the eye without faking a smile?” “Grandma, I love Selene,” Damian said, not even noticing the slight hesitation at the back of his throat. “And we’re getting married. So please, just… accept it.”

He swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of her again—this time keeping a careful distance. “Please,” he said quietly, almost afraid. “Say it again. If I heard you right… I need to hear it again.” Elisa hesitated. Her chest felt tight, her pulse loud in her ears. She forced herself to lift her head. “…I’ll do it,” she said softly. “I’ll marry you.” The words hung in the air. Damian inhaled sharply. Then, suddenly, he was in front of her again—but this time he moved slowly, deliberately, as though approaching something sacred.

"The wedding is at two PM, St. Catherine's Church. Try to look happy in the photos. My father is particular about image." The wedding happens exactly as planned. I wear a dress Mother chose—white, expensive, borrowed from a boutique I can't afford. Elena is my maid of honor, stunning in emerald green, already tipsy from the champagne toast. Father walks me down the aisle with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Damien waits at the altar in a black tuxedo, devastatingly handsome and utterly expressionless. When I reach him, he takes my hand out of obligation, not affection. His skin is cold.

“My dear, don’t destroy yourself for a man who’s lost his way. If he’s truly yours, he’ll find his way back to you. But please… stay alive long enough to see that day.” Before Elena could respond, her phone rang. She hesitated, staring at the screen — Damien. Her hands shook as she answered. “Elena,” his deep voice came through, cold and accusing. “Was this deliberate?” Her brows furrowed. “What—?” “If you’re not at the Salvatore mansion in thirty minutes,” he snapped, “don’t bother coming ever again.” The line went dead. Elena stared blankly at the phone, her lips trembling. Then she remembered — tonight was his parents’ wedding anniversary. He had told her to attend as his wife.

Damien said smiling at her while his father talked to his sister and Daniel walked away to mingle with his so-called friends. " yes, I've been looking for a way to come visit but Dad always gets something for us to fix which is making us travel every time," Lorena said sighing. "That's good Lo, it makes you think well and productive," Damien said chuckling which made Lorena blush. "Congratulations Mr. Willington " Damien didn't expect to see Elena smile at him with her protruding stomach. He couldn't attend her wedding because he was busy or more he didn't want her to feel scared on her day. “Thank you Mrs. Sabastian " Damien smiled back at Elena who nodded as she turned and left because sta

The sentence finished like a machine performing a task. They exchanged rings. The band was simple and heavy in Elena’s hand; the metal felt cold and real. Damian slid the ring onto her finger with a motion that was precise and practiced. When his hand brushed hers, it was brief—a mathematical contact rather than something that warmed. “You may kiss the bride,” the officiant said, and people leaned forward like a wave. Damian turned and kissed Elena’s forehead instead of her lips. It was a small bend of the head, soft but not intimate. The cameras—there were a few—captured the moment. Elena felt something inside her settle and yet rearrange at the same time.

I tried every time to cover up with a smile and definitely became the funny one. Everything was going absolutely fine and lovely, seeing wonderful and beautiful faces. Naomi is actually a very striking beauty and I could see it wasn’t just a race for only damon. Well I’m happy for Damon, he was boldly fighting for a lady for the first time in how long. Since his mom's death, he couldn’t care less for any other lady and put a great distance to any lady. If there’s anyone who knows Damon more than his mom and Daniel then it’s me. He was extremely down and was very scared of getting too close to any lady who would want to replace his mom and he wasn’t ready to give anyone that space in his hear

In one swift movement, her top was off. Damien kissed her from her neck and down to her breasts and Raven didn't know if she could take it any longer. When it was time for him to put it in Raven took a deep breath and went in. Damien moved slowly and Raven got used to it and when it was all done, Raven knew that Damien was the one for her. Raven turned to Damien and she put her arms around him but Damien turned away from her and he faced his side. He probably was tired and asleep Raven thought or he felt too hot to hold her in his arms.

I gasped, my hands instinctively coming up to rest against his broad, muscular chest, feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat against his silk shirt. "Damian!" I laughed softly. "What are you doing?" "Taking my wife back," Damian growled low in his throat, his eyes blazing with dark, unadulterated desire. "You've belonged to doctors, guards, and family meetings for forty-eight hours, Elena. I've been extremely patient." "You? Patient?" I teased, a playful smirk touching my lips as I wrapped my uninjured arm around his neck. "I don't think I've ever seen you use that word."