Novel & Cerita Damon Klaus

“I just wish to know what it is like to kiss her.” The smirk on his face became larger and it was obvious what he was trying to do. “How is that your business?” I asked. “I like her.” “You don’t threaten someone you like,” I retorted, my voice still managing to be calm. “And you don’t put someone you like in danger, Mr. Klaus.” I wore a frown instantly. He knows something. “Or should I say, Adonis Malcolm Klaus? A.K.A The Ruthless?” he continued and my fear became confirmed.

Damon’s POV Footsteps from behind approached me and instilled. “I thought you’d have left the school by now.” I turned to face the owner of the voice. Klaus. “Then I’d just be doing you a favor I have no interest in granting.” I spat in response. Klaus stepped closer, “I see you’ve figured it out already.” I placed both hands in my pockets, “It was hard not to. The shadows increasing, the lack of interest in how many souls I could acquire for you. You’ve turned this academy into your little breeding nest.”

"Yeah, beautiful. I don't know how to explain it," In fact, I don't know how to put it in words or the words just simply can't leave my mouth. Damon is a beautiful creature because he appears superior. He stands tall, in his attractive demeanor, knowing his well capability of strength. The ways his body shifts into a different creature, it's as if he is a werewolf in disguise. The soft fur appearing on his skin, diminishing any existence of his actual body hair. There's just something intriguing, he makes me feel mesmerised. He smiles, looking away.

He downed the glass in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving Kesha's. "You're so obsessed with destroying Aaron, with stealing his power... you won't stop until it ends very badly, and I don't want it to end badly for me," Kesha explained, her words measured but filled with genuine concern. "Kesha, my love..." Damon approached her, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands. "Can't you see? I don't want to steal Aaron's power. I just want to grow, to be an admirable man... for you," he declared, his voice laced with a deceptive sincerity.

“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.”

He remained perfectly still, a silent sentinel carved from muscle and silver scars. "He’s not going to stop," Elena said softly, her gaze dropping to the dark liquid in her mug. "Damon’s pride is his religion. He didn't come to the border tonight because he wanted me back out of love. He came because he realized my survival makes him look weak to the pack elders. He came because he’s terrified of you." Klaus’s jaw tightened, a sharp muscle ticking in his cheek. He reached out, his large, calloused index finger gently hooking under her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up.

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.

Summer heard a guy voice boomed behind her as she she slowly turned back and her heart skipped a beat. Standing there was one of the most handsome guy she had ever seen Was he human or was he a god? Summer asked herself as she found herself stared admiringly at the guy. He had a pale looking skin, silky brown hair, crystal blue eyes, sexy pink lips and an oval shaped face. He was a true definition of handsomeness. "I'm Damon, what's your name?" The name known as Damon asked, stretching his hands for an handshake. "I'm Summer" Summer replied, accepting his handshake.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.