Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

“You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?” He bared his teeth. “Klaus.” Caius’s favorite character was an all-powerful asshole of a Vampire who also happened to be sinfully attractive. I should have seen that one coming. As the evening wore on, I had to admit it wasn’t terrible. In fact, it was one of the better Thanksgiving’s I had experienced. All of the ones in the past had been held at my father’s hands. They were events meant to be hosted, meant to be perfect displays of the kind of family we were.

His phone vibrated sharply on the glass table. Damon picked it up. The moment he saw the notifications, his stomach tightened. Twenty-seven missed calls. Thirty-two messages. News alerts. His assistant’s name filled the screen. Claudia. Damon answered immediately. “What happened?” Her voice was breathless. “Sir, you need to see the news.” Damon opened the first link she sent. The headline appeared instantly, and the world seemed to tilt. BILLIONAIRE CEO DAMON MOREAU IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH BODYGUARD

I love how, Klaus, is when he's around, Cami, and I want to see more of them. "What are you watching?" He asks, as he settles in between my legs and rests his head just below my stomach. "Klaus." I say, with a small smile on my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see, Alessandro, raise an eyebrow and slightly lift his head, "What the fuck is a, Klaus?" I roll my eyes at what he said, "Klaus is a, hybrid, and basically the sexiest man ever." Alessandro fully lifts his head this time, "The fuck did you just say?"

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

Without a hint of hesitation, he pushed the door open. Selene was wearing a thin robe, accompanied by Monica and Daisy. She was surprised to see Damian enter. She started at the sight of him. "I am not yet finished," she said, her voice like ice. "Then continue. I will wait," Damian countered. "This is not a scheduled night. What business do you have here?" "I am free to enter whenever I wish. You are my wife." Monica and Daisy took one look at the Duke's face and scurried out, leaving the two of them alone in the heavy silence.

She was right, she was on a beach but the cruel part is it was an island out of nowhere! Only the ocean could be seen from where she is right now and the only island was where she was standing. This can't be! Was she being kidnapped? Trying to reminisce about what happened before she passed out, she remembered seeing Damon before she closed her eyes. "Glad you're awake now, agapi mou..." Damon's baritone voice snapped her out from her deep thinking. Katerina immediately turned around and there she saw Damon, looking hot with his white beach long sleeves paired with brown jeans that were folded on his knees. She shook his head. She shouldn't be admiring how hot he is right now. She needs to r

He sat down with me on his lap with savage naturalness, as if that were the only place I should be. His body was a warm, tense, and alive wall. His breath heated my neck. One of his hands held my thigh firmly, while the other moved slowly in circles along my back, provoking involuntary shivers with every touch. “Raiker threw Klaus’s head at my feet,” Daimon’s voice came out deep, laden with resentment. “And he challenged me to a duel to the death.” My stomach churned at the image. I clenched my fists on his thighs, trying to contain the shiver that ran down my spine.

Klaus said in resignation. He knew that his sister might have made mistakes but one thing she did was saving his life. Thanks to her, he was still alive to plan revenge against the person who robbed them of their once happy family. " What girl? You mean Alicia?" Lena asked and Klaus nodded. " I'd suggest you stay away from that woman. Do you think she has no motives approaching Damian? She is a member of the Black coven." Lena explained, the words causing Klaus's face to frown.

*AURORA* “What sort of drama is this? There is a real and fake Mrs Sullivan?” That voice sounded in the air. I swallowed, recognizing his voice. Damon. I turned around to find him walking up to us. Today, he was dressed, casually in black sweatshirt and sweatpants. I wanted to lie and say he looked less attractive, I wanted to say he looked better only in suits but I had to admit, the man could look majestic in anything. “The polygamy is this city is interesting and it seems like both women don’t even know that they’re married to the same man.”

Colors that shall make those striking eyes of his pop brillianly! Damon settles comfortably on the plush couch, emerald eyes glinting with pride and possessiveness as he watches Pierre and his team fuss over Eli. Seeing his beautiful lover being fawned upon by professionals only heightens Damon's desire, picturing how devastatingly attractive Eli will look dolled up for their special night out.