Damon-salvatore Gif Novels & Stories

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.

While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke. "He's a bit up and down, isn't he?" I whisper to Damien when we climb down to the forest floor and wait for the others to make their way across. "Like, he was being all jokey and flirty one minute, then the next he's all moody and serious."

“Thank you for coming.” I forced a smile. “You didn’t give me much choice.” He gave a small huff of laughter and gestured to the empty chair. “This is Damon Grey. Business consultant. Old friend. He’s…interested in your work.” Damon extended a hand as I settled into the seat between them. His palm was warm, his grip firm but not overpowering. When his thumb brushed lightly across my knuckles, a flicker of heat shot up my arm, settling low in my belly like molten gold.

He held out his palm, which I ignored, and as I walked past him into the building, he quickly caught up with me and grabbed me by the wrist. “You should be happy I’m holding your hand in public, Princess. I don’t do cringey things like this.” I opened my mouth to give a witty response, but never got around to it, as a tall man in a suit, with several face tattoos and braided hair, walked up to us. “Damon Vyon, a pleasure to see you,” he greeted, offering his hand for a handshake. Damon clasped it firmly, his face crashing in a little smile. “Pleasure’s mine, Carlos.”

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.

I cried out as pain radiated through my bones. “Don’t fucking touch her!” Domenico roared, appearing at the door with at least four of my grandfather’s men in tow. He shoved Salvatore back and turned to me. “Are you okay?” I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes as I held my face, but I managed to nod. Domenico’s eyes were slits as he looked to where Salvatore’s hand had been, then he turned back around. I could feel the rage racing to the surface, his muscles tightening. “You son of a bitch.”

Like why the hell would he address Damon by his title? " Someone is here to see you." He quickly corrected himself. That incident didn't go unnoticed by Zeta who watched in tranquility. She didn't move a muscle when they turned to look at her. " Get out. I'll be there soon." Damien replied angrily. Bryan was a fool. Unless they were going to kill Zeta, then their identities could be flashed about. " I am thirsty, please can I get some water?" She asked since they were just looking at her.

“ You sure you don’t want water, ma’am?” I wave at someone I don't even know and turn my eyes lazily. He was watching me intently, even as he wiped a glass clean. “ Water? Do I look like someone who wants to be hydrated right now? Seriously??” I giggle. He doesn’t say a word. He’s being careful, that I’m sure of. Who wouldn’t be? I’m Salvatore’s wife for hell’s sake. “ You know what’s funny?” I say, ready to put on my clown costume and entertain the house for the night. “ I’m so pissed those girls didn’t bite his d*ck off. They should have ended his fucking lineage right there. Bastard!”