Damon Salvatore Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“ Well said Angelo ! Even though you are quite young , you can see better than your ‘ mommy ‘ . “ said Damian with a smirk . Antonio raised his head surprised when he saw Damian standing right next to them . “ Damian ! “ said Angelo smiling . “ You look startled . “ said Damian with a smirk . “ You can’t come and startled people like that . “ said Antonio . Damian laughed a little at Antonio then helped Angelo get up . “ We need to go back to the mansion . It seems like mr Donovan has arrived . “ said Damian patting Antonio’s head . “ I am not a kid . “ said Antonio annoyed as he got up from the ground . Damian approached him and leaned his head near his neck . “ I know you aren’t . I checke

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.”

I heard footsteps from the room so I hud myself quickly so Damian won't catch me eavesdropping on his conversation. Damian walked out of the room with Grey trailing behind him. He looked so different. He had that killer gaze in his eyes. The same one he had when he was torturing that man in the alley. Does that mean he's headed to the dungeon to kill that thief? I hope not. I decided to follow him to see what happens. "What do you think you're doing? Are you crazy?" My inner woman screamed at me. "I know you might call me stupid but I don't mind. I love to satisfy my curiosity." I answered.

he invites, spreading out his arms. “How come you are hard again?” Lana hesitates, her glance glinting with desire as they flicker on his growing bulge. Damon shrugs, closing the gap between them. “I’m indulging in some fantasies.” He confesses as if it's the most reasonable thing to do in the given situation. “What fantasies?” Lana raises a question, her breath ragged as his presence overwhelms her. He leans in, his lips grazing her ear. “Fantasies of your tight cunt gushing out my cum, tangled in my arms, under the sheets. Your muffled moans in my ears as I fuck you till you lose sensations in your legs.”

She never cared about others feelings. There was another person present at the banquet. Damon Salvatore. His heart skipped a beat looking at his Mate. His wolf was screaming at him to go to his mate. But he couldn't do that. He had promised to himself that he will move on from Josephine and claim Samantha as his Mate. While Samantha was becoming green out of jealousy beside him, seeing him looking at another woman.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

You find out the people who really care about you and will never leave your side no matter what. That is Damon to me. Nancy. My mom. And Davien. The rest of the world no longer matters to me. Damon kisses me slowly and then fast, dipping his tongue in, nibbling, and tugging my bottom lip. “I love you too,” he whispers, only for my ears to hear between kisses. “I like her,” Salvatore chimes again, laughing while shaking his head. “You chose her very well, mio amico.” He pops off the wine and lifts it. “This should be a reason for yet another celebration, shouldn't it?”

“What the fuck do you mean, Salvatore?” “Tell him, Luciano!” he yelled. “Tell him!” I slid my gaze to Luciano, who sighed deeply, rubbing his fingers through his hair. “Tell me what?” I asked quietly, remaining very patient and reserved despite how I felt. “Damon…” he started, his voice trailing off. “Talk to me,” I urged. “It seems like whoever’s doing all this has a very personal problem with you.” I paused, the alarm bells going off in my head at his words.