Damon Salvatore Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The words hit like cold water. “Great.” I roll my eyes. “That sounds totally normal. Nothing to worry about. My fiancé’s just starving for another woman.” Salvatore scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Dante hasn’t gone to see her after the first few times,” he adds quickly, like that’s supposed to calm me. “And he’s got the self-control of a… rock. Or something harder. Very solid.” He nods, trying way too hard to make me smile.

David’s Point Of View; "I'll do it!"I finally blurted out, and the silence that followed was deafening. When I opened my eyes, I found Salvatore staring at me, with confusion. Confusion that soon morphed into amusement. “You’ll… do what, exactly?” he asks with a smirk tugging at his lips, and I grit my teeth. He wants me to say it. This bastard! “I’ll become yours,” I whisper, and his smirk widens,

It was like I keep getting to junction where I unravel a new personality of Damian at each step. More like a ghh game. I kept taking the layers off but it never seemed to end. “What do you they say happened?” “He got on the bad side of one of his victims and they targeted his brother for revenge.” “It happened back in Italy. Now that I thought of it, maybe that's why he permanently relocated here.” Was this true? How much authencity was in those papers and blog posts.. But in the a small part of my mind, a voice warned me to trust it.

"Addison is terminally ill, and it's likely that she won't live long. He's going to leave the world for good. So before that happens, I think you should apologize to him, or if you're wiser, let him go, let him be happy." Damon's eyes rounded, surprised. "No way! You're just making excuses. I'm sure that you've been in cahoots with Addison." I shook my head and smiled wryly. How could he accuse me, Addison of being in cahoots? I moved away from Damon and toward Addison's bed, not because I was afraid of him but because he had accused me of being in cahoots with Addison. Damon Saunders is a stupid and heartless man. How could she possibly say that? Seriously!

Selene tore open the neckline of her dress, exposing the pale mark. "You promised this scar would protect me for the rest of my life. You said I would always have a place in the Voss family." The ballroom went quiet. Damon looked at the wound that had ruled him for seven years. For once, it had no power over him. "I promised to protect the woman who saved my life. I never promised to excuse her for hurting my wife." His voice caught on the final word. Everyone knew I would never be his wife now. Selene's fragile mask finally broke.

Walking away from her after saving her from the creep at the bar… Because I knew that no good could come out of me intruding in her life. I was Lorenzo Salvatore. The thirty-two year old Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. And tonight… I let my guard down. I allowed a woman who I never met before, to possess me, rock my world in ways that I never imagined before. She was so different from other women. So different to what I’d had before. I was just about to leave the club with my friend Ricky, but when I walked past the staircase, I’d heard screaming. And it was no mistaking that they were Amber’s screams.

Damian looked at his face with murderous eyes and punched on his already bruised jaw hard making blood splatter from his mouth with bone cracking voice, Johnathan stumbled back and was about to fall on the floor but Damian grabbed him by his collar. "You bastard, when I clearly told you that she is not available then how dare you touch her..." Every cell in Johnathan's body filled with fear when he realised that his death is standing in front of him, he knows the consequences of disrespecting Damian and now no one can save him from his wrath... "Please trust me, she threw herself on me and when I denied she attacked me..." He again lied... "You fucking liar..." Damian punched him in the stom

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.