Damon Salvatore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"When you ask me that, I usually don't know what to say." "What's your full name?" "Damon Salvatore," He said with a smile. "Italian, huh," I nodded at him with a smile. I knew. He had the features. The trim figure, olive skin, dark hair, characteristic razor sharp jawline, aquiline nose and lastly, the natural charm and charisma. "I can see why," No wonder he had this pull. He exuded so much confidence. He didn't even have to act it. It was a part of him.

She said in a panic. Salvatore gave a smirk, that is exactly what I am waiting for. "I want him to strike he should come to me, and I'll make sure that I swallow him a whole" he groaned. "I'm really excited that you didn't get hurt, you know when I'd heard that it was Alessandro you were going against, I was really scared." She said. Salvatore frowned at her. "Why were you scared?" He asked. "That's because that man is the devil's incarnate , he is heartless and also a monster, he doesn't spare anyone and has so many gimmicks to escape when being defeated." Sophia.

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

he stated. "Why?" Emberlynn pressed. "How can you look so perfect?" he exclaimed, pushing a hand through his already disheveled hair, making it messier. "I do not understand you," asked Emberlynn, confused. "You came in looking like the fucking goddess, and everyone was staring at you as if you were a piece of meat. It took all the fucking self-control in me not to have their heads roll off their necks," Damien grunted. "Oh," Emberlynn's eyes widened.

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.

"Damien, what do you really want?" The room fell silent, with only the sound of rain falling outside. After a while, Damien spoke in a cold voice, "Don't you want to continue being Mrs. Salvatore?" He turned, his deep eyes reflecting a mysterious glint. "Since you're so reluctant to give up the title, then enjoy it to the fullest." His tone was calm, but Elena felt a chill sweep over her, enveloping her entire body. The coldness pierced her skin, reaching her heart, sending a shiver down her spine, because she knew what Damien wanted.

When he reached the living room, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Damon was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit that made him look like he’d just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. A lit cigar dangled from his fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the air, adding to the air of calm authority that surrounded him. His face, sharp and unreadable, exuded a cold confidence that made him seem untouchable, the embodiment of a mature, formidable man.

I blink through the pain, looking around the room as Damon steps away to rummage through a large wardrobe in the corner. The chamber is surprisingly sparse but undeniably elegant, the walls constructed from dark, polished river stone and a massive stone hearth cracking with a low fire. There are no royal banners, no ostentatious displays of his princely status; just a clean, quiet sanctuary that smells heavily of that deep, familiar scent of burnt cedar that belongs entirely to him. Damon returns to the side of the bed carrying a small ceramic jar filled with a thick green salve that gives off a pungent foul smell.

I could tell they had a good relationship. “Yes, but she wanted to come here today,” Damien replied, smiling. Dante turned to me, and I analysed him. He is pretty buff—not a bad buff, but a good buff. Definitely bigger than Damien. I looked at his muscles, and I was amazed. It must have taken years of hard training to build all that and I see the visible scars. He is not wearing armour, just a black shirt with trousers and black boots. He has a sword wrapped around his waist, and he doesn’t have any facial hair or hair on his head. He is completely bald. I could tell he definitely doesn’t care about ever finding his mate; this is his life, and he would serve it well, honestly he has my respe