Damon-salvatore Gif の小説・ストーリー

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.

Damon loosened his tie slightly as he walked toward his office. He was tired. Not physically. Something worse. The kind of exhaustion that lived inside your bones after surviving too much. His phone buzzed. One message. From Luca. Eat something today. Damon stared at the text Then smiled despite himself. Small. Automatic. Dangerous. Another message appeared immediately after: Coffee does not count as food. Damon huffed softly. Then typed back: You sound domestic. Three dots appeared instantly. Don’t insult me. Damon laughed quietly under his breath.

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

He watched as Damien moved to sit next to Elena and she put her arm around his shoulders and she kissed his nose. She put her hand on the top of his head and started rubbing behind his ears. He could hear the rumble coming from Damien, and he assumed it was contentment. He thought to himself, yeah, I'd be content as well if she rubbed me like that. He smiled at the thought. Elena watched Mark as he watched her interact with Damien. When he smiled, she smiled back. "What? What are you smiling about?" "You." He pointed his beer bottle at Dagomarus.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

Her hands were on his, delicately preventing him from brandishing the weapon against the offender who was now currently apologizing profusely. Donovan's eyes were still on him. "You dared to mistreat my wife. You." His voice was disturbingly calm. The manager's face remained pale as he tried to form words but before he could respond, Standfast, Donovan's loyal companion, stepped forward with a determined glint in his eyes. Without a word, Standfast delivered a swift, decisive blow to the manager's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground with a cry of pain. Blood started to fill his mouth. Donovan looked on in satisfaction. Somehow, he was glad Boma had held him back. He didn't know what he

Damon was too confident that he could kill Thamer easily. Thamer just laughed at him. " Yes, any moment, you're dead Professor Salvatore!" He said and hit him with a fireball also. Damon stumbled on the ground but he managed to stod up. His wing like bat suddenly stretches out under his huge cape. He's going to fly and at the same time, attacking him. " Now let's see if you heal faster!" He shouted at him and rose to the sky. Thamer had wings too so before Damon attack him, he quickly avoided the huge blaze of fire instantly.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.