Damon-salvatore Gif Novels & Stories

Damon is standing there, smiling. How the fuck did he get inside this house?

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

Leonardo Salvatore used to never smile. To be continued!!

" Silas laughed, stopping the car in front of Salvatore's house. "Omg, I'm so tired of playing games today." "Uncle, thank you so much." Silas showed his cheek in response. Damon chuckled softly and placed a kiss on Silas's cheek. Nova smiled in response. Damon comes out of the car, and Silas and Nova look at each other. "Thanks for the day." "Smiles suit you a lot!" He compliments her, and she smiles, getting out of the car. "Good night," Nova muttered.

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

He smiled - obviously pleased with himself when he saw me falter. The man touching me gave me the best orgasm of my life and his mere touch had tingles rushing through me in spite of the dangerous situation I was currently in. I needed to get a fucking grip but the handsome specimen with a touch like wildfire made it impossible. "Still as soft as I remember." Dominic murmured.

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

She was lucky I didn’t want to destroy her relationship with Nikolas. When we arrived, Nikolas opened the door for me and led me inside with his hand touching my ass. I blushed the whole way there. Once the door opened and I saw Carlo, my face fell and I tensed. I forgot about him. “Nikolas…” I begged with my eyes but he smirked as he looked at me. “You’re not saving this piece of shit, Viola.” “I’m a Mancuso!” Carlo yelled, and he received a punch from Nicco for it.

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."