Damon Salvatore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Alexer and Thamer were clueless about it. --------------- Damon Salvatore fixed his gaze to the mirror. He just finished having dinner to a very expensive restaurant in New Jersey. He's going to meet Mr. Reid for the ten cargoes he ordered for him and for the others. He's hoping that he chose the healthy individuals for their maintenance. Felix knows what's best for their clan so Damon was lucky to have him. The door swung open and he saw a delivery boy in front of my door. He offered me the box from his delivery bag. I took it and check who's the sender but I found no single words that has written on it, so, I just signed the reciept and went inside.

Damon was overconfident, full of himself, and egotist while his brother was more reserved and cautious… but still, my wolf and I yearned to be tamed by the two hunks of brothers… Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they settled on their favorites. Damon's choices were extravagant, extravagant—even flamboyant. He chose designer suits in bold patterns, paired with the most eye-catching accessories. Sebastian, true to his reserved nature, opted for a more classic and timeless look, favoring well-tailored suits and outfits that accentuated his best features… His face and muscles. With our selections in hand, we made our way to the checkout counter. Seeing the hefty total on the register,

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

Damon stepped his fingers and crossed his legs, leveling Alessia with a steady gaze, "let's say colorful background." "Did you have any concerns about my background Mr. Damon?" Alessia said. "I wouldn't call it a concern, no, more of a curiosity," said Damon, "I'm just curious to see how a woman goes from working for the local bar to the head of a criminal empire. Rayan told me another day that you are a great singer and also you got an interest in fashion, you know I own one of the biggest fashion companies in this country" Damon smirked, If you want I can help you to become a top designer, look at you so beautiful and dangerous at the same time." He said with a hushed voice. " I like this

I kept thinking about what Damon was doing and where he was because I’d never even asked what he did for a living and then I silently cursed myself for thinking about him. I parked in front of the spa on Nucleus Avenue and stepped inside for my appointment and I felt myself relax just a little bit as I waited for the therapist to call my name. After an hour I felt like a new person and I kept smiling as I drove home. Upstairs in my bedroom I hung the dress in my closet and looked at it. I had a light jersey that I could wear over it that would cover my arms, it really was a nice dress and I imagined myself in it and smiled again. Damon didn’t scare me even though there was an element of dang

We snap back. I turned to climb the stairs, hips swaying like payback, and that’s when I saw him. Damian Salvatore. He looked like he just stepped out of a Forbes magazine—perfectly tailored black shirt, arrogant posture, all brooding and sexy. Ugh. I hate that he’s fine. “Where have you been?” he asked, fake casual. I didn’t even blink. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Mr. Salvatore,” I said, dragging out his name like poison.

“Mr Damon Grey has arrived. He asked if he could have a moment with you before tonight’s event begins.” I hesitated, my stomach tightening. Finally, I nodded. “Show him in.” The girl hurried away. I brushed invisible lint from my satin blouse, straightened my posture, and took a deep breath. When Damon entered, his quiet confidence seemed to fill the atelier. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit with no tie, the open collar revealing a sculpted throat and a chest tattoo. His cologne was darker than Mike’s – cedarwood, leather, and something smoky underneath.

When I stepped out, Damon’s gaze flicked over me… then it lingered. It wasn’t casual, or professional. He looked hungry. I almost stumbled under his gaze. The next was a midnight one, cinched at the waist but with enough leg room that I could probably throw a weak kick. “I wonder if he knows that these are meant to be practical and not just aesthetically pleasing.” I thought. “Practical or not. What does it matter when we look this good? Do you see Damon’s eyes?” The next was a deep burgundy coat and each time Javier touched hems and buttons, Damon simply looked at me.

Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers. His name is Damon Salvador. Apart from that he is the son of the King of the vampires, Damon is the most arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered vampire I have ever known. Degrading, humiliating, and ruining someone's life is his best fortë since he could not kill someone's life as well. Our team hates him to the deepest part of our souls. Those vampires who are not well aware of his attitude being the worst will basically end up giving up their own lives. But the four of us are already accustomed to his treat and tricks. His team was also assigned to New York.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."