Damon Salvatore Car Novels & Stories

Alex went after Damien and Jasmine went inside the ward to confront Tobias. "Damien , Damien . Stop, common man, stop." Alex kept on calling out to Damien , but he didn't respond. He just kept on going. He didn't even take his car along with him, he just kept on walking. Alex was running now, trying to meet up with his speed, but he was way too fast.

, I notified Damon while he is maneuvering the car. The car he is using is since last month is his new car, and it is a red hatchback Honda civic. His old car was sold and donated to an orphan. He is not just my super boyfriend but he is also a super kind man with a good heart. " We will be too damn busy for today.", he sighed. " Three-pack meals and two brewed coffee and one espresso with 50 added sugar, for take-out." " Are you that hungry, sweetie? That you'll gonna have two packs of meal for yourself?", Damon ridiculed me while we are waiting for our order.

Diana was shaking all over, but she was holding the baby with a strength I'd never seen. The last car stopped. The door opened. Salvatore got out. Impeccable black suit. Sleek black hair combed back. His pale skin gleamed under the Hawaiian sun. He didn't look at the bodies on the ground. Didn't look at Enzo writhing in pain. He only looked at me. Then at Diana. Then at Luna. That cold look. Analytical. Dead. The same look he had when he ordered a traitor's death in Palermo. The same look he had when he tortured me. The same look as always.

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

Richard leaned in at one point, whispering, “This is what I want for us, Isa. Family. Real family.” The evening stretches out as a beautiful one till we hear a smooth wheel noise from the gate entrance. We all turned to see a sleek black luxury car pull up. The driver stepped out and began unloading several designer suitcases from the trunk. Salvatore emerged first from the backseat, tall and commanding in a black shirt, his expression unreadable. He extended a hand and helped a woman out after him—elegant, poised, with sharp features and dark hair swept into a flawless chignon.

Damian turned his head then looked at Antonio with a serious expression . " .....The investor is the mr Donovan Landar's son , Karlo Landar . " said Damian . When Antonio heard the name he froze . he never thought that he would be seeing Karlo Landar so soon just after coming from the party . " Did.....Did.....Did you say Karlo Landar ? " said Antonio again . " Yes ! Karlo Landar , I am sure you know about him . he has become quite influential in the business world lately . " said Damian .

Diego repeated sharply. Salvatore nodded once. "He killed himself before interrogation." My chest tightened instantly. This was bigger than one escaped prisoner. Much bigger. Salvatore walked toward the bar silently before pouring himself whiskey with steady hands. Too steady. That frightened me more. "Dante?" Diego asked quietly. "No." Both of us looked toward him immediately. Salvatore drank slowly before speaking again. "This doesn't feel like Dante." The statement landed heavily. Because if someone like Salvatore Romano felt uncertain, everyone should be terrified.

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

She licked her lower lip, holding her breath as Damien's lips brushed against her forehead, a gentle soft touch that made her feel slightly dizzy and achy down in her pussy. "This is the rare artifact..." Damien's ears perked up as he heard the library, Mrs Carlos. When he stepped in, he didn't meet her in her seat, and he didn't inform her about using the space. Else, she wouldn't be giving a tour at the moment, and Damien presumed it was the Elders.

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.