Damon Salvatore Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That’s what I thought. No matter what I said, you wouldn't believe me. She is your beloved sister, someone you trust so much, even more than your own mother. You repeatedly told me not to inform anyone of our arrangement, yet you told her. And me? Who am I to you? A contractual fiancée, a contractual Luna. What we have is fake. Everything is fake. I’m just another she-wolf who needed your help and in turn could help you too, and more than that, an easy toy you could use whenever you needed to fuck so the Elders wouldn’t see you fucking others and found out whatever we have is just a sham.” I knew my words were harsh. I knew I shouldn't have said any of those words, but I couldn’t keep them

“I enjoyed the show. But when she raised her hand to strike you, I couldn't tolerate that and I saved you. Still, for you, I was the villain. You slapped me, hit me, stabbed me — not once, but twice. And yet, I wasn’t angry. If anything, I was intrigued. No woman or man, for that matter, had ever dared raise a hand on me. Even knowing who I was, even knowing your parents wanted me to invest in their company, you stabbed me. That’s when I knew. I wanted you. Not as a plaything. As mine. Forever.” The word mine stretched, heavy, suffocating. Davina’s jaw tightened, her knuckles whitened, fury radiating from her silence. Damon continued, his voice almost wistful. “After London, those days were

“I don’t do love; hell, I don’t do relationships. But I want to keep you in my life; like I said last night, it was great, and I want more of that.” Raven looks at Damon wondering where he is going with his story. “If he doesn’t do relationships, then what does he want? Just sex, but how?” she asks herself. “Meaning,” she finally decides to ask him. “Let’s just say I have crazy sex desires. That not many women can take, but you sucked my huge dick more than once. And that not many women can do,” he tells her. “I could be wrong, but you can fulfill any of those desires. Depending on your pain intake,” he continues to say.

she said lightly but I could tell she was worried about something. “Where did Damon go?” I asked her. “We’re out of milk,” she said and I sat down and looked at her. “I thought we were becoming friends Kat, friends don’t lie to each other,” I said to her. “Damon went back to the bar to go look for that guy who was harassing you earlier,” she said and looked at me. “Why?” I asked her. “That’s just how he is, he can’t stand stuff like that,” she said and I hugged my knees to my chest as I waited with her.

he asked before getting up and quickly putting a pair of bowers in addition to black pants. “Every time you're close to me, look at me, touch me. Every time I feel your presence, I want to do bad things— bad things to you.” Avery gulped. “Doing this for me is dangerous, Ave” Damian shouted before putting on his sweater. “It makes me want more!” “Dam,” “That's why we should stop.” “But, why do you feel this way?” “Why?” Damian scoffed before he put on his shoes. “Because I am fucking in love with you!”

he stated, his hands resting on the map table, ready to snap the neck of anyone who wasted his time. I walked closer, stopping just outside his immediate personal space, a boundary I knew better than to cross. “Damon Salvatore took her to force her signature on the Ventura Group collateral. She gave it to him,” I began, knowing he knew this, but needing to establish the reality. “He believes he has won the financial war. He believes he has broken her will by forcing her to choose her sons’ safety over the family’s economic stability. My sons see only the asset loss.”

“…You don’t know what paprika looks like?” “I mean… it’s the red stuff, right? Somewhere over there?” He didn’t even bother replying. Just muttered something about needing a doctor or an exorcist and rolled up his sleeves like a brooding kitchen god. Now listen—I’d seen book boyfriends do swoon-worthy things. Fight dragons. Write poems. Cry in the rain. But Damian Salvatore? Chopping onions like a five-star chef for the sake of family honor? I was stunned. “What next?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

"You're a servant girl, Taylor. You shouldn't ever imagine that something wonderful would occur between you and Mr. Diego Salvatore, you'll only hurt yourself because you're a nobody, he has women waiting in line for him, women who can satisfy him more than you. Whatever happened now better not repeat itself. Else, Mr. Donovan will be the first to hear it." "To hear what?" Donovan's voice came from the door.

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.

Just tell me who owns this freaking sperm. He swallowed hard. “I-It’s Damien Green, Miss Salvador. Please accept our compensation.” Damien Green?! My mind was suddenly clouded with curses, confusion and questions. Of all people, why him? And… he’s a VIP here? Was he donating or selling his sperm? Or trying to get a baby of his own? I knew that Damien adored children... I squeezed my eyes closed as my lips parted. Memories of us promising together came rushing in my mind. "After we finish our studies, I'll immediately marry you."