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he replied casually, his tone light and nonchalant. I scoffed inwardly at his response, refusing to let myself be swayed by his easy charm. "Sure, that's what they all say," I muttered under my breath, my skepticism evident in the sharpness of my tone. Damon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure. "Seriously, though," he insisted, his gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge. "I just enjoy the atmosphere here. And besides, it's nice to see a familiar face."

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” “Fuck off, Salvatore.” I squirm and feel something hard digging into my butt when I move again. I open my eyes in surprise. “I hope that's a spicy soppressata in your pocket and not what I’m thinking,” I sputter, and he lets out a careless laugh that surprises me. “Believe me, what I have is better than salami. It's the best cured meat,” he replies with an egocentric tone. “You narcissistic piece of shit.”

“‌P⁠atience‌ is a virtue.” ⁠Damon groane‍d. “Oh God, you know I hate it when you say s‍hit like that.” I lifted a brow. “Shit like what?⁠” He glanced at me. “Shit l⁠ike patience is a virtue, y⁠ou sound like a fucking sixty y‍ear old.” ‌I snort‌ed. “Th‌e⁠y‌’re idioms, Damon.” “I d⁠on‌’‌t give a fuck what they ar‍e. They’‌re‌ stupid⁠.”

For fuck's sake, how many times will I have to lie to these people just to get them to leave me alone? Damon snatches a french fry from my plate and chuckles, "If it was nothing, my best friend wouldn't make a fool of himself trying to cook something while he's fully aware that the only thing he can do is burn water. That dude has no idea how to cook. If it was really nothing, you wouldn't be sitting here while that crazy bastard is turning back into, well, himself."

Cynthia giggled . " What's so funny about this now ?" asked Damon turning the music low . "Damon a pice of advise please nevr try to be a singer in your life ." said Cynthia . " Oh shutup ain't i great at it , i was thinking of singing as my career ." said Damon sarcastically . " Yeah sure i belive there will be miilions of people at your concert ." added Cynthia sarcastically still trying hard to control her laughter . " Well even if they don't i 'll compel them ." said Damon with an evil smirk.Cynthia shook his head narrowing her eys giving a no-one-can-help-you-damon reaction . Damon smiled .

Past Celestine's POV "Leave me alone Lorenzo," I grit out through clenched teeth, reeling from the stupid words he just uttered. "Fine." He sighs exasperatedly. "Damon Salvatore's head doesn't look like a potato." A pause. "Am I forgiven now?" "Go away." I push open the doors of the diner, and the little bell at the top rings, signaling the arrival of a new customer. Closing the door in Lorenzo's stupid face, I find a booth and slide in.

"If I had to smile at one more corrupt politician tonight, I was going to throw my champagne at the chandelier." I couldn't help it, a small, breathless laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. Damon unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it haphazardly over the back of an armchair. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his crisp white shirt, exposing the dark tattoos creeping up his neck, and turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's so funny, little bird?" "Nothing," I murmured, reaching behind my neck to struggle with the heavy clasp of the diamond necklace. "It's just... you all look like terrifying mobsters five minutes ago, and now Theo looks like a golden retriever that g

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

"You're twenty-nine. You're a baby." "I'm almost thirty. That's not a baby." "To me it is. I'm forty-seven. I remember when you were nineteen." Dante smiled. "You had this terrible haircut and you wore these ridiculous vintage band shirts." "I still wear those shirts." "I know. It's one of your best qualities."