Damon Salvatore 1864 Novels & Stories

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

If anything, I felt the complete opposite, horrible. “Lea, look… I’m not preventing from dating anyone but Ryder is not a nice guy… He is part of those illegal activities like your father. I don’t trust him.” “I know, mom but -” “You knew? Then why -” “You’re mistaken. It’s not what you think… Ryder actually saved me from him.” “Still, that does not mean he is not part of all these awful things -” “Ryder saved my life, mom otherwise I wouldn’t have been here today.”

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

"She used to sing in Italian when she thought no one was listening, sad songs about leaving home." "You carved this after you became a priest." I moved closer. "You told me it was a promise that someday you'd find a way to forgive yourself for not saving her." "I couldn't have saved her." His voice was flat. "I was sixteen and my father was Don Salvatore Moretti, what was I supposed to do against that kind of power?" "That's what Father Damien believed too." I touched his shoulder carefully. "But he also believed that understanding you couldn't have saved her didn't mean you shouldn't try to save others."

I sat on my swivel chair while leaning my head, “Okay, what is it?” “I saw your wife.” My heart suddenly skipped a beat after I heard my wife’s name, so I asked. “How do you know her? and where did you see her?” “In Ibiza.” “Ibiza? How come she was in Ibiza…all along? Don’t tell that she has been kidnapped by a notorious vampire? Is that what you mean?” I stood up and waited for him to answer me. Damon said. “Yes, and I know who was the one who was behind all of these evil schemes. Salvatore Pete! First, he took my son away from me, and now….he’s with Catalina Sullivan. Your wife, your wife has been missing for three weeks….”