Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Funny Quotes

he asked, his voice calm but serious. The man burst out laughing. It wasn’t just a chuckle, but a deep, amused laugh that echoed around the room. He even clapped his hands as he laughed, clearly entertained. “No wonder they call you Damien Wolfe,” Silvano said, still grinning. “How come you’re so damn smart?” Damien’s expression didn’t change. He simply waited as he knew men like Silvano never wanted just money. No amount of it could ever be enough for someone like him.

It was like he was hiding something. “Donovan wants peace! He wants to talk! Can you believe it?” I forced a smile, nodding. “It’s… surprising,” I said in my most diplomatic voice. “Surprising? It’s fucking mind blowing!” Salvatore laughed, causing himself to gag again. He caught his breath before continuing. “I told you. I said he wouldn’t last a week, and now he wants to negotiate!?” He broke out into laughter once more, causing him to double over in pain.

People just don’t see it yet. Damon must’ve noticed the faint smile I couldn’t hide. “Wow,” he said softly. “That’s a real smile. Haven’t seen one of those since… actually, never.” I gave him a blank look. “Don’t you have errands?” He shrugged. “Sure, but this is way more entertaining. Look at you — the mighty Vincent Evans, texting poetry like a teenager in love.” “Damon.” He grinned. “Alright, fine, I’ll leave you to your emotional crisis.”

I asked full of questions to myself and also the man next to me. He smiled, making his dimples appear, "Of course. Follow your heart, I'm sure he still stupidly loves you." I hit his shoulder, "He's not stupid." "Who said he was stupid?" "You just now." I stuck my tongue at him irritatedly then left him alone. "Maybe he is." He smirked, "Did you know that Mr. Salvatore has gone bankrupt? " "Oh my God, is it for real?" I grinned, "That means we have to celebrate it."

Even your father can't wait for a second for someone, patient less fellow. "Mommy, don't say anything against my daddy. He is Superman." "He doesn't make me wait like you, wherever he is. He comes to pick me up in a minute." Damon makes fun while making his mother jealous. "Do one thing, my dear; I go back home and you call your father and inform him to pick you up." She pouted her lips "You're kidding me." He yelled out "I’m not joking, Mr. Damon Salvatore." Lyra started making fun of her son while taking the U-turn.

Salvatore POV The look on Allesandro's face made me chuckle, I could feel it just like daggers being thrown at me. If he was going to act so petty, I was going to make sure that there was no way I would back down either, Don Salvatore wasn't one to back down. "He is acting just like a spoiled child whose favorite toy has been taken away" Eduardo mocked, before laughing out loud at Allesandro who had his fist tightened into a ball.

"I'm a hybrid." She said without any expressions without any thought that Luhan would say something or something bad would happen.. "Oh my God! I haven't heard of someone like this in centuries, you must be so strong." Damontry laughed. "I don't know Luhan, I really don't know." "So how old are you?" "Probably one thousand nine hundred!" "And hell is cool, we're about the same age." He said to laugh lightly synonymously. “I am one thousand six hundred and fifty.”

Julian said firmly. “She better not.” Julian looked at him strangely. “You know, for a fake husband, you sound very murderous.” Damon ignored him. “I’m serious, Julian.” “I know.” “Then quit joking around, man.” Julian sighed and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. Fine. No jokes.”

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

Dad is asleep next to a barrel, and Marc is sitting on the floor, staring into space. -What the hell is going on here? I shout so loudly that I wake Dad up. -My love came to save me from the bad guys,” Damon yells, throwing his arms around my shoulders and managing to unbalance me. -You’re the bad guy, my uncle mutters. -Oh, yes, that’s me, Damon mumbles, smiling. -I can’t believe you’ve teamed up with them, I say, annoyed. -What do you mean? We’re not a bad company, Dad manages to stammer.