Damon-salvatore Gif の小説・ストーリー

“I want you to meet someone.” I frowned and crossed my arms, ready for whatever sleaze she’d dragged home this time. “Who?” The front door swung open behind her, and my breath caught. Salvatore stepped in, tall and sharp in a black suit, that dagger tattoo peeking from his collar. His amber eyes locked on me, a slow and wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind that promised trouble I couldn’t dodge. My legs locked, shock rooting me to the spot as every nerve screamed for me to run.

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

The friction wiped away the makeup completely, exposing the dark, unmistakable hickeys Christian had left just an hour ago. Damian shoved me away hard and my head snapped back. He stood up, his chair screeching violently against the floor. "What is the meaning of this, Salvatore?!" Damian’s voice was a lethal hiss. My father froze, his cigar hovering inches from his lips. "Damian, what are you—"

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

“It’s Vic…Desmond, that’s Victor.” My mouth closed and my eyes narrowed. Aamon partially shifted, my claws coming out. Olivia giggled for a moment, and I looked down at her, confused. “Sorry, Aamon.” She reached up on her tip toes and I felt her rub the ears that had come up with the partial shift. “I’ve never seen you shift with your ears.” “If it makes you happy, mate, I’ll leave them on. I haven’t partial shifted in a while.” A throat cleared. “Now might not be the time to have that conversation?”

They all pulled Sia up and made her sit on a chair. Damon took a chair and sat in front of Sia with a dark expression on his face. Sia was huffing and trembling badly. "So? Loved the trailer? Superhit right? Want to see the whole show? But after that, you won't be alive to see the reactions—or maybe from hell you can. So now? What you will do is delete those pictures in front of me with no smarts. Delete it permanently, and you will leave this company forever! Understood?" Said Damon, and he laughed loudly and evilly.

His stern gaze remains fixed on Donovan, and an apparent rage reflects in them. “I know you are aware of my current blindness.” Donovan’s heart quickens, and he shakes his head to refute until he recalls that the Alpha can't see his gesture. Damon continues, feigning disinterest in his honesty as a wicked smile gradually spreads on his lips. “You collaborated with the vampires, so you must be acquainted with the lady who bumped into me yesterday. If you disclose her identity, I give you my word that you'll see your mother before your judgment.”

I wanted to vomit. Damon had done this. There was no mistaking it. “My King?” One of the men holding me left me and walked toward Damon who was sitting still by a corner, his hands covered with blood. His stare made me uncomfortable as I couldn’t tell whether he was still in his right mind or not. What if he was just resting from his killing spree and would soon snap again? He looked more like a savage at that moment than the man that was my mate. Slowly, he got up and began to walk to me. I swallowed, falling back and realizing all the other men who had brought me in there had disappeared. I shut my eyes, praying he would remember who I was and not hurt me.

He had a frown on his face, and she wondered what he was thinking about. "Take a picture, darling, it last longer. But then again, I doubt you'll need one as you'll be seeing me each day." Damien leaned into her and whispered. "Whoever said I was staring at you? And why would you think I need a picture of you?" she rolled her eyes. "I know I am the best-looking werewolf out here, and you know the most powerful, so it only makes sense if you see me as an imaginary extraordinary creature," Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.