Damon Salvatore Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Sophia Salvatore is the only person who has ever truly loved Damien unconditionally. Don't take this charade lightly. If you hurt her, there's nowhere on earth you could hide from his retribution." With that chilling warning, he straightened up and guided me toward the entrance where Damien stood waiting, impeccable in his tailored suit. His eyes swept over me, assessing rather than admiring. "Acceptable," he said, offering his arm. "Remember our story. Follow my lead. Don't volunteer information unnecessarily." I placed my hand on his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath expensive fabric. "I'm not an idiot, Damien." Something like surprise flickered across his face before he masked it wit

Damon sat on the couch. "Woah, I really love this daddy aura of yours. I used to hear this in my wet dreams. I'm so glad that every dream is going to come true. It's true that my revenge is complete now, but... I'm very attracted to you." Sia said it shamelessly. Damon smirked. "So what about Keven? You don't love him, right? As I remember, he wants to marry you." Asked Damon with one eyebrow up. Sia shrugged.

In the midst of her lowest moment ever, the door to the stateroom opened. Damian stood there, casually dressed in dark jeans and a shirt that did little to disguise the muscular frame that even her father had found intimidating. Ignoring the tug of lust deep in her belly, Sophia started to boil inside. Misery turned to anger. How dared he stand there, so cool, controlled and sleek, when her life was falling apart because of him? Yes, some of it was her fault, but if she’d known what he was going to do she would never have made that decision.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

“You? Cooking?” Damon smirked. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m capable of more than killing enemies and running an empire.” She giggled, unable to help herself. “Fine, Mafia King. Surprise me.” With that, Damon slid out of bed, pulling on a loose shirt as he headed for the door. Rhian lay there, hugging the pillow he had just abandoned, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite his terrifying reputation, despite everything people feared about him, Damon Villareal was the only man who could make her feel this warm, this safe, this… loved.

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

As soon as we arrived home I went straight to my room. Sarah didn't say anything. She just hugged me. I woke up the next day with 20 text and missed calls from Damon. I didn't bother. And like clockwork. "time for some celeb news." I swear she's killing me small. "Damley is over. Damon was spotted last night kissing another girl. No one knows who she is. Sorry Bailey, guess you're out." I let a loud scream out. I was so tired of them. I was good without meeting him. Ughh. Anger tears started to fall.

"What the fuck did I do!" Damien yelled grabbing his air, he placed his room wondering how he had ended up with her in the Lightroom. "This was a huge mistake"he exclaimed taking a seat on his bed, he stood up again grunting as he paced his room. "She must think that I now care for her, that I now accept her as my mate, how absurd!!" "I have to correct this, I ha-" a knock on his door cuts his mumbling as he stares at the door. He wasn't in a mood for visitors but the sweet scent of Elle brings a mischievous smile to his face.

Salvatore’s features seemed familiar to Elena—like a face she’d known him somewhere in the past . Damien, for reasons Elena couldn’t fathom, tried to smooth things over. He served her food and even peeled shrimp for her; for a brief, bewildering moment, his smile softened. Elena’s heart warmed at the small kindness. Avery’s forced smile faltered; for once, she looked plainly uncomfortable. For a heartbeat, Elena let herself breathe. After dinner, Damien took her hand as they walked toward the garage. His touch was warm. Elena felt a fragile hope like spring stirring in her chest. She hoped this moment would last forever. But her hopes were soon dashed to pieces.

I declared "Whatever, I'll prove to you that love does not exist, it's all just pretty words." "It does exist!" Damon argued, "It does not!" "It does. Because that's how I feel towards Dylan!" I argued He smirked, "Well, Let's see about that." Then he continued, "Olivia Summers- you are now my latest conquest. I will make you fall in love with me." "Never." "Go make my breakfast." Damon smirked, "Make it as lovely as you are. Better yet, why not just prepare yourself. I'm getting hungry."