Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

“And let’s be real, a nice guy is always nice to everyone. So when he’s nice to you, it’s not even special. But a bad boy? The kind that treats the world like dirt but melts only for you? That’s rare. That’s special.” Amelia still looked confused, so I gave her the perfect example. “If you’ve ever watched The Vampire Diaries, you’d get it. Stefan was sweet, kind, noble—blah, blah, blah. But Damon? Damon was dangerous, selfish, reckless… and yet, when he loved you, he would rip the world apart for you. Stefan wanted to save everyone, but Damon? Damon would kill anyone who even looked at you wrong. That’s what I want. Not some perfect saint. I want the villain who loves only me.” I leaned back

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

“Brother, you work fast.” I wanted the ground to swallow me. Klaus only smirked. “She started it.” I hit his chest. Hard. He caught my hand and kissed my knuckles. In front of everybody. My soul left my body. Then he started introducing me around. “This is Damon,” he said, nodding to a broad guy with dimples. “Mate, finally,” Damon said dramatically. “He never shuts up about you.” “What?” I whipped toward Klaus. He looked innocent. Liar.

“This? You think this can stop me?” Klaus hissed orders at his men. “Kill them both!” The fight erupted, chaotic and violent. Damon tore through the attackers with savage precision, his movements a blur of power and fury. He dispatched them effortlessly, one after the other, their bodies dropping around us like ragdolls. Klaus, realizing the tide had turned, scrambled to his feet and retreated to his car, escaping with his life. "This isn't over!" Kalus groaned, escaping. But we knew he would return.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

'' I say and take a sip of champagne. ''Right. We went back to eating and quietly. ''How's college going, son? '' Lucifer asks. ''It's going well, I'm trying really hard. ''Very well, very soon, you will take over the company. '' Damon says softly. ''How about you Enzo? ''Me what? ''Have you ever thought about going to college? '' Klaus asks. He takes a sip of his champagne. ''Yes, I want to do medicine. ''You will kill the patients. '' I say and the same laugh.

Noir deserved to be happy. “Really? That’s amazing”, Damon stood up from his chair other giving both of them a smile. “I don’t think we’ve met”, Damon said stretching his arm to shake Ophelia “I’m Damon Kane, the Alpha around here. The Big Boss, Bossman but you can call me honey buns, sweet cheeks”, Damon said with a wink teasingly. Immediately, Noir’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened before he boomed, “Mine! She’s mine!”

Her voice trembled with anger l, sorrow and confusion, all at once. Kleo didn’t respond right away. She just looked at her. Her eyes lingered on Lena’s face as though searching for something beneath the fatigue, beneath the guilt. The clock ticked in the background, and for a few seconds, neither of them moved. Then, Kleo smiled faintly with a quiet knowing that unsettled Lena even more. “If there’s one thing I know about Damon,” she said slowly, her voice low and measured, “since all the years I’ve been friends with him…” She leaned back slightly, her hand once again finding its resting place over her stomach, fingers splaying protectively. “It’s that he doesn’t go after something for nothi

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t