Damon Salvatore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Alpha Damon stood up from the chair, he suddenly held my arm and drew me closer to himself, raising my chin to look at him. I wanted anything but that at that moment, an unsettling feeling in me made my eyes open in fright. I was wholly taken aback after meeting his gaze. He is the most beautiful male I have ever seen. He has a sharp jawline, muscular physique, attractive blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a small pink lips with a pointed nose to complement his spotless face and skin. His face was cold and devoid of a single smile but that made him more attractive. Alpha Damon is the definition of charming.

Marco and Carlos both smiled but Mateo's eyes instantly fell to Allison's body and he nodded approvingly. "You look hot," he said with a wink. Carlos turned to him, "Best friends are off-limits, remember?" Mateo shrugged, "I'm just speaking the truth." "Well, don't," Marco snapped before turning back to Allison, "You look pretty Ally." "And it's only $36.99, pretty good if you ask me," Allison said walking back into the changing room to take it off. After Allison had bought the dress, we went to a nail salon. According to Allison, it was the best one in town and it certainly looked fancy. There were mirrors on all the walls and it had a definite spa feel and scent to it.

Holy Hell! “I look…” “Like trouble,” the stylist finished. “Which, I assume, is the assignment. Well done.” A few touches here and there, and Damien saw me as I descended the penthouse stairs. He froze — actually froze — his hand pausing mid-button as he adjusted his cufflinks. His voice dropped an octave. “Selene.” “Too much?” “Not enough,” he said quietly. “But it’ll do.” My pulse fluttered. He wore a black tailored suit with a matching vest, his shirt slightly undone at the collar, no tie. Effortless power. Dangerous ease.

"Come back Monday." "Even for your most generous donor?" That voice. Deep and smooth, with an edge of amusement that made her spine stiffen. Elena straightened slowly, wiping her paint-stained hands on the old t-shirt she'd thrown on that morning, and turned to face Dante Salvatore. He stood framed in the doorway like he'd been photoshopped there, all sharp angles and expensive tailoring that probably cost more than her monthly rent. The morning sunlight caught the dark waves of his hair, and those eyes—God, those penetrating gray eyes—fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

DAMON'S POV: I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie and straightening my suit. My features were sharp and defined, just like my reputation. At six foot three inches, I towered over most people, my lean muscular build a testament to the countless hours I spent in the gym. My neatly shaved beard framed my perfectly chiseled face, giving me an air of authority. But it was my strikingly bold grey eyes that seemed to capture anyone's attention, drawing them in like a moth to a flame.

‎ ‎I followed her gaz‌e—and⁠ froze. ‎He sto‍od un‌der the‌ low amber light, surrounded b⁠y power like it was his natural e⁠lement‍. Damon Hal⁠e looked like sin car‌ved‌ into human form—b‍lack tuxedo, sharp jawline, eye‌s the‍ color of a⁠ storm trapped in glass. He wasn’t talking‍; people⁠ talk⁠ed to him.‌ And he listen⁠ed with th‍at unnervin‍g stillness⁠, like‍ h⁠e wa‍s always a few steps‍ ah‌ead. ‎

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******* Damian was leaning against the table busy in reading the files when his office door got opened. He frustratingly closed his eyes and looked at the person. A beautiful tall woman with model like slim figure was standing in front of him, her long blonde hair was falling on her back in perfect waves, she was wearing short white dress which was showing her cleavage and long slim legs, her makeup was on point highlighting her features perfectly and her red painted lips was curled in a arrogant smirk... "Get out, knock on the door and then come in..." Damian ordered her rudely unaffected by her beauty...

My head fell back, and I arched my back, pressing into him wanting more. Dane lifted me into his arms and found a soft bed of grass, laying me down gently. The cool blades tickled my skin. He pulled away to remove his suit, and I couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. They were a testament to his strength and power, and I loved them all. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. I moaned softly as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

- Alistair concluded, looking at everyone. Damon was about to say he wanted to volunteer, but Salvadore, his worst enemy, beat him. He was standing on the dais now, and his buddies Marco and Chris, along with his younger brother Johann, were hanging around beside him. Salvadore was tall, blond, black-eyed, with medium length hair, well-built and extremely handsome. His brother differed only in that his shoulder-length hair was black and eyes were dark blue. Marco was a short-cut dark haired man with hazel eyes, but his muscles did not differ much from the rest, he was only slightly shorter. Chris, on the other hand, had heavily gelled, upturned hair, a color so gray shade of blonde that it s