Damon Salvatore Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Juliet cuts me off which causes me to turn around and see her smiling, immediately linking her arm with mine. "What are you doing?" I whisper, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me," Damon clears his throat, "Only if you're free. I don't want to bother your night," "It's my friend's—" "Alice's free tonight." Juliet grabs me harder, "Do you want to take my girl out tonight?" My cheeks immediately heat up at the sudden response while Damon glances towards me with a smile, seeing him keeping quiet and not denying anything. "There's this fine restaurant that serves really good steak. I'd like to take you out for dinner," He says, looking at me.

Damon's pov Thursday 2nd December 2021 *********************************** What the fuck? Why did he have to say that? We were doing so well just being Master and slave, why did he decide to ruin it by saying he loves me. He can't love me I'm a monster. I enjoy hurting him and seeing him cry as I fuck him, how can he love me? But I also enjoy hugging him and kissing him. What the fuck is happening to me? I slam the playroom door behind me and go straight to Marcus' office where I pray he is. I need to tell him and get his opinion because I have no idea how to respond in this situation.

I wanted to ask her about this guy whom I have never heard of before but before I could, I heard her mom calling her name. “My mom is calling me for dinner. Talk to you later, okay? See you.” She quickly said. “Yeah, see you!” I ended the call. “Can you believe this? Aubrey found us a tutor named Nate and he actually knows everything about tango.” I happily told Ryder. The moment Ryder heard me mention the guy’s name; he hastily got up from my bed. His good humor vanished into thin air. Silent fuming fury replaced it. He had a hard look on his face. The smirk from earlier completely disappeared.

Damon commanded and I took in a deep breath before clearing my throat. “I’ve found my mate. I met her today.” I blurted out. He looked shock and also happy by the news. “Congrats man. I’m happy for you. Finally, you get to meet your mate. I was predicting you’ll meet her at 50 but thankfully the moon goddess decided to have mercy on you.” He said teasingly. “It’s Liana, Roxanne’s sister. She’s my mate.” I let out awkwardly staring around so my eyes doesn’t meet his.

It was someone else's. "It isn't over." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It was just a dream. That's all it was. And yet, deep down, I wasn't sure I really believed that. A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to find Damon sitting in the chair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. He was shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face made him look almost otherworldly.

Damon stood at the balcony door, the morning sun behind him, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes dragged down my body slowly. Painfully. Possessively. Like he remembered every place he touched last night. My cheeks burned. He stepped inside, voice deep and rough from sleep. “Leaving already?” I swallowed. “I—I’m late for work.” He moved closer, slow and unhurried, like a predator approaching prey that had no chance of escape. His gaze dropped to the shirt hanging off my body. “My shirt looks good on you,” he murmured.

He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

Samantha screams, looking at herself in the mirror. Seeing Samantha, the doctors start gossiping while passing. "What happened to her? Why is she talking to herself?" The male doctor asked. "She must be gone crazy." Another doctor said that they should leave together. "I don’t know who you are and what your relationship with Salvatore is, but whenever I see Damon, I love him so much, but I hate you every time I see you. I hate you so much, Mr Salvatore." She looks at Damon's file in her hand.

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”