Damon-salvatore Gif Novels & Stories

"When you ask me that, I usually don't know what to say." "What's your full name?" "Damon Salvatore," He said with a smile. "Italian, huh," I nodded at him with a smile. I knew. He had the features. The trim figure, olive skin, dark hair, characteristic razor sharp jawline, aquiline nose and lastly, the natural charm and charisma. "I can see why," No wonder he had this pull. He exuded so much confidence. He didn't even have to act it. It was a part of him.

she replied. "let me still tell you today, you are very smart" he told her. "enough of the compliments, let's go meet him" Paula and Paolo approached Yedam. "Good evening Mr Vitale, how are you doing?" Paula asked as she looked at him seductively. "I am fine as you can see" Yedam replied rudely. "it seems you are not on board with the whole peace treaty?" Paula asked him. Yedam looked at her suspiciously, "what do you mean?" he asked.

“ I am the best friend you didn’t confide in . You got hooked on hard drugs, instead of talking to me . I know I'm busy but I always make timen for you .“ “ I didn’t want your image of me to change ,and after what you had been through with Dexter , I didn’t want you to have to worry .” “ That’s unfair and you know it. “ “ Daniel is a good actor … you have to admit it .” I slapped Salvatore’s arm so hard it made my palm tingle “ Ouch that hurt. I might have had people think I was dead but I am alive and I feel pain . " " My palm is tingly ."

Ming's dad replied with a really calm exterior like he was really used to random people stopping him to ask who he is. "I believe so" Damien said walking closer to him and offering him a hand to shake "Damien chandler of C and L." John's eyes lit up in recognition as he accepted Damien's hand and shook him just when i thought he was going to reject it. " I almost didn't recognize you," he smiled. Wait!.... he smiled? John Lee smiled? I double blinked to make sure i was seeing clearly. "It's been what? Four years? You look bigger." He said tapping Damien's shoulder, making Damien chuckle. "I heard about what happened to Kara, how is she?"

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

“You’ve watched too many k dramas. I’m not ruining my jacket for this.” My frustration snapped. The old man’s words kept ringing in my head. “At least use the jacket as an umbrella!” “For what, so I can catch a cold myself?” His tone was pure disdain. “I’m Damian Salvatore. You can’t let an important person like me fall sick.” “Damian,” I yelled. With a sigh that sounded like I’d just asked him to donate a kidney, he slipped off his jacket and shoved it into my hands. “Fine. But if I catch a cold, it’s on you.”

Samantha said, and Damian laughed and rose from his chair as he moved to meet her. Samantha wanted to take a step back, but she braced herself for him. Not wanting to be afraid. "I see," Damian drew nearer to Samantha's face. He raised her chin to look at him as he was taller than her. "What do you love about me? My dïck? Or my money?" He asked her bluntly, and words failed to leave her mouth. "Your personality," Samantha finally replied, and Damian smiled, moving away from her. "My personality stinks, and I'm sure that's not why you're here. Or is it?" He asked, as he walked up to meet one of the strippers in a bikini, while Samantha turned to look at him.

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.

Damon's POV In the evening, I had planned to stay by Reina’s side and welcome her friend to our home, but the nature of my work rarely respects personal time. Duty demanded my immediate attention. Now, standing in the center of the barracks under the harsh overhead lights, I took the tablet from Angus’s Beta. "Who is this?" I asked, scrolling through the images. On the screen, a man appeared to be in his mid-forties. He had a light beard and a prominent burn scar trailing along the lower left side of his cheek. His eyes were cold, fixed in a stare that suggested he was used to being the hunter.

A familiar silky baritone seethed. “I really didn't mean…” The words died in my throat when I met those steel-grey eyes. “Damian?” His eyes dropped to the mess I made of his shirt. Irritation crossed his face. “Mr Salvatore. We're not friends,” he corrected stiffly. “Noted,” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Just how clumsy can you be?” He hissed. “What are you even doing here?” “I'm so sorry about that,” I apologised, attempting to wipe it once again.