Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Aesthetic

"Besides that Damien." "Mhhhh what you wearing underneath that dress, and how soft your skin would feel like," Damien replied. Raven looked at Damien and saw that he was enjoying himself, but she knew that two could play this game. Raven flipped her hair a bit, "I mean my skin is very soft and I do prefer to wear lace most of the time." Damien bit his lip at her answer, "Is that so?" "Yeah, it's a fact." "Want to feel something?" Damien asked.

PRINCESS Damon was wearing a black custom-made three-piece suit that fit him absolutely perfectly. The jacket emphasized his broad shoulders, the vest showed off his lean torso, and the whole ensemble made him look like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. His hair was styled impeccably, his face was freshly shaved, and he looked so devastatingly handsome that I forgot how to breathe. I felt my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone around me must be able to hear it. This was the person I'd been desperate to see, to talk to, or just be near.

Whatever fragile control he'd maintained shatters. He blocks my path. Growls low and dangerous. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea! You're my Mate! Mine!" I laugh. Actually laugh at the absurdity. "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile, stepping back. "Didn't I reek of Wolfsbane? Didn't my very existence make you sick?" Damon approaches. Removes his mask with deliberate slowness. The face he reveals is devastating. Perfect bone structure. Otherworldly beauty. Those violet eyes cold as winter stars.

Damon asked and I didn’t speak when he leaned toward my ears, he swept his warm tongue against it and I felt a shiver run down my spine, I felt my work crawling to get out yet I suppressed her. His heat did not save me like Dante's, it burned me even more. “He use to be a monster and that monster is inside of him, you see it too when you go close to him, you feel it too when you see him become angry, you think I am a monster Ava but Dante, he is the true meaning of a monster, do not be manipulated by his smiles and the goodness of his heart.” Damon whispered, low and dangerous. I have seen the sheds of his monster, but only because he got angry.

“So, this is your big move, Damon? Having your jackasses pretending to be cops and leading me here? I’ll give you credit—it’s bold. But you should know better than to think I’d be caught off guard by something like this.” Damon’s smirk faltered slightly by Antonio’s confidence but knowing he had more surprises in store for him made him smile even more. “You know that's part of you that I envy…CONFIDENCE! It's the Montero's world and as the heir you do feel like a god huh?” Damon laughed again. “The hot sexiest man of the year…the Hollywood hotshot….the cold mafia leader…you are everything I dreamt of,sad story right?” “And this is how you want to get it all,at least a facial and height impro

“So, this is your big move, Damon? Having your jackasses pretending to be cops and leading me here? I’ll give you credit—it’s bold. But you should know better than to think I’d be caught off guard by something like this.” Damon’s smirk faltered slightly by Antonio’s confidence but knowing he had more surprises in store for him made him smile even more. “You know that's part of you that I envy…CONFIDENCE! It's the Montero's world and as the heir you do feel like a god huh?” Damon laughed again. “The hot sexiest man of the year…the Hollywood hotshot….the cold mafia leader…you are everything I dreamt of,sad story right?” “And this is how you want to get it all,at least a facial and height impro

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.

The door opened again before I could speak. Damon walked in. His large Alpha body overwhelmed the small room, his presence filling the entire space with a new scent. His eyes flipped from Cassandra to me, then to the cribs where both twins were resting and growling. “Cassandra,” he charged, his voice cold. “Leave right now!” Cassandra was angry, but she later walked out. As soon she left, Damon shut the door and turned to me. “They are growing too fast,” he whispered to my ears. “And they carry a scent that does not belong only to you… don’t lie to me.”

he decided to break the silence since the other was refusing to simply just open up. Damien who had his head rested against the chairs with his eyes close fluttered his eyes opened, revealing his perfect blue eyes that shone brightly and pulled any soul in for comfort till he completely shreds you apart. He was the perfect predator, though he had the air and ruthlessness of any alpha surrounding him like a deadly aura, his eyes seem to speak differently whenever he was looking at someone and when he smiles, it eases people’s heart and pulls them close and closer and closer till he attacks his prey.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.