Damon Salvatore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

"You don't understand—" "No, I do," Nova cut in, voice rising. "I get it now. The robe. The skincare. The wardrobe is curated to your aesthetic. You don't want me. You want a version of me that fits beside you like a piece of furniture. Polished. Palatable. Yours." Silence pulsed between them. Then Damian crossed the room slowly, deliberately, and stopped a breath away. "I want the version of you that survives. The one no one can use against me. I want you safe. Always."

It wasn't a challenge, but a reminder. The scent still lingered beneath the damp earth and moss. Moon Stone, unmistakable, layered with discipline and restraint. Fresh enough to remind Damon that I existed, yet subtle enough to keep him guessing. He hadn’t reacted yet. Good. Impulsive Alphas always disappointed me. They barked too quickly, lunged without thinking, mistaking volume for authority. Damon was not impulsive, and that alone made him dangerous. And dangerous men required patience. “Still no movement?” I asked without turning.

I could not tear my eyes away now that they fell upon him. His black hair with some strands falling onto his forehead appeared so soft and shiny. I was captivated by his chiseled face and his hypnotizing almond shaped sea rover-blue eyes which I knew were locked on me, his well shaped eyebrows almost touching in the middle, probably figuring out why I’m standing here at the moment. He has well defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw with short stubble casting a 5 o’clock shadow on his chin which made him appear dangerous yet sexy at the same time. His sharp jaw was currently clenched in either curiosity or anger, I couldn’t really tell.

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

"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.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

“No need to pretend to like each other.” She stayed rooted where she was. His cologne lingered in the air, rich and dark, blending with the storm’s scent. Every nerve in her body was aware of him. Every inch of her wanted to run and stay at the same time. Damon leaned against the bar, swirling his glass slowly. “You know what I like about you, Calla? You wear your hatred like perfume. Strong. Addictive. Makes me want to ruin it.” She clenched her fists. “You don’t scare me.”

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."

The view of her swallowing sent me over the moon. At some point, even her soul came forward, being far rougher than Olivia was with me. I let Aamon take it, let them nip and bruise but I made sure he remembered she was human. She wouldn’t heal like we would. He was in charge of her first orgasm while my dick was inside her. Nipping and biting his way over her body, she moan and screamed my name. Switching gears from the violent orgasm she just had, I covered Olivia was soft caresses and light kisses. Kissing all the marks he made, kissing her erect nipples. Everything about her screamed sexy and my dick was still hard after coming a second time in her. Aamon ravaged her and I treasured her.