Damon-salvatore Gif Novels & Stories

Isla looked up to see Damien casually walking toward her. He wore a navy-blue half-buttoned shirt, exposing part of his chest, tucked neatly into grey fitted trousers. “Forgive my tardiness, Isla, or should I say Mrs. Khan, as you prefer,” he said smoothly. “The traffic was slow.” He reached her table and extended a hand. “Damien Da Silva, the face of Blue Flame Stone.” Isla’s fist curled tightly. She forced a smile, trying to mask her emotions, but her burning hazel eyes betrayed her. She wanted to leave, yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of believing his presence still affected her.

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

They aren't even back in their seats before they start kissing again. Hatred mixed with pain scorches through me and the urge for revenge pushes me to do the most ridiculous thing ever. I look around, searching, and there's a really hot guy smoking by a corner. He's Damon-Salvatore-hot, in a tight black tee that clings to his muscular body. He even has an arm and a neck tat and ear piercing. Oh, he's perfect! I stomp over, pluck the cigarette from his fingers, and blurt, "I'm sorry, but can you hold your breath for a second?"

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

Desperation was clear in his tone. "No, I will never love a person like you. You are a killer." Savannah broke down. She freed herself from his grip. Alex knew very well what Savannah meant but Skyler was standing confused out there. Dominic wasn't too shocked as well. Nevertheless, what to expect from Damien. "I am not a killer," emphasised Dominic. Savannah chuckled sadly and said," You really think that I am a nerd who will believe in your false lies." Dominic gritted his teeth.

"[... I must not be careless by killing my precious shadow troops collections ...]" Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dozens of saltwater crocodiles in the form of shadow troops crawled towards Damien. Damien smiled widely. "[... As for you useless beasts, I'll just slaughter you ...]" Damien dashed towards the saltwater crocodiles in the form of the shadow troop. He clenched his fists and hit the heads and bodies of the crocodiles mercilessly. The combination of punch power and speed that is not inferior to Ansel Gaute Costi, the noble class vampire who has a special ability in terms of speed, allows Damien to go on a rampage without anyone being able to stop him.

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Damon's pov Friday 30th July 2021 ***************************** Tonight I'm trying something new with Mason, I'm going to be using crocodile clips. They're small and metal and have points like a little crocodile. I'll be using regular pegs first then I'll use the metal ones to make him scream. He agreed to it and said he wants to try them so he's in the subs room now as I sit at my armchair and wait for him. Mason has made a new friend, he's called Vincent and he appeared to already be friends with Cole. I think he's Damian's submissive although when I first saw him I assumed he was a dominant. Never judge a book by it's cover I suppose.

A silhouette sat at a desk, back turned, facing a wall lined with evidence photos and newspaper clippings. The person raised a glass. “To the Dravens,” a distorted voice crooned. “May peace never make you weak.” The screen went black. Damon’s heart pounded — not with fear, but with calculation. With readiness. He stood straighter, shoulders squared. Old habits die hard. He turned off the monitor and whispered to the empty room: “Come and try.” Then Damon returned to the bedroom. He slid under the covers, wrapping his arms around Sarah, who immediately snuggled against him — trusting, warm, unbroken.

I hope it'll be the latter. After a while, Alpha Damon came closer to me and for the first time, he smiled. He has deep dimples on his cheeks and seeing him smile made my heart flutter for unknown reasons. This man is dangerous yet, I am being intoxicated by just his smile! His hand went into my hair as he straightened some that were scattered on my face. He moved further to pat my hair with the smile not disappearing from his face. I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna.