Damon Salvatore Hot Novels & Stories

Just tell me who owns this freaking sperm. He swallowed hard. “I-It’s Damien Green, Miss Salvador. Please accept our compensation.” Damien Green?! My mind was suddenly clouded with curses, confusion and questions. Of all people, why him? And… he’s a VIP here? Was he donating or selling his sperm? Or trying to get a baby of his own? I knew that Damien adored children... I squeezed my eyes closed as my lips parted. Memories of us promising together came rushing in my mind. "After we finish our studies, I'll immediately marry you."

"I still believe you haven't murdered your wife, but I can't even ignore Damon's confession. I'll talk to you about it. " She turns her eyes back to Liam. On the other hand, Liam also looks at Samantha while giving her an evil smile. "You Liam Salvatore, I won't leave you. After all, you've misbehaved with me. " "I’m leaving you tonight, but tomorrow I’ll teach you a lesson." Next morning. Damon comes out of the room after being freshened up. His feet automatically stop as his eyes find Liam in front of him. Damon also never gets confused between Liam and Aaron. The main difference between them is their eye colour, and second, there is a dragon tattoo on Liam's arm.

“That’s Lila Kane… Damon’s girlfriend. They’ve been together for months.” “Such a hot power couple. He really is the ultimate bad boy — captain on the ice, supermodel on his arm.” “Typical Damon Voss. Never without beautiful women around him.” My chest tightened painfully. So this was the real Damon. The cocky, tattooed NHL captain who had fucked me senseless in Vegas one week ago, almost kissed me in his Lamborghini this morning, and now openly made out with a famous model like it meant nothing. He truly lived up to his playboy reputation. Huh!

“When I’m done, I'll tell you.” “Whatever. Don't just get caught up in his family inheritance war. I dont want my friend dead. His mother scares the living day light out of me. His sons are hot though.” I paused again as she looked up. “What? You haven't seen them?” “Only pictures. I was not really curious.” “They are insanely hot. All three of them. The first one, Damon, is a real estate owner. He has five of them, he is about twenty-eight years old. Got divorced last year, zero kids and he hot, holy fuck!”

For us. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Damian snarled, his voice laced with fury. "I will find you. And I will make you pay. I will tear you apart piece by piece." "I'd like to see you try," Adrian said, unfazed. "But first, you're going to do something for me. You're going to sign over Salvatore Corp to me. All of it. And in exchange, I might... and I mean might... let her live. The baby on the other hand… let’s hope we are in a good mood when it's all over. If you try to contact the police. Or if you try to be a hero. She dies. Slowly. And you will listen to it all. Do we have a deal?"

His looks could rival that of the god Adonis, who, to her, was the most beautiful Greek god. Yet, he was going to be hers. He was going to mate with her. Once again, the thoughts of them consummating afterward sent a shiver down her spine, and she gave a visible shudder. Damien noticed that. "Are you cold?" he whispered. Emberlynn resisted the urge to moan as his warm breath teased her earlobe and neck. She shut her eyes briefly, opening them and licking her lower lip. Then she shook her head in response to his question.

He had a mean right hook, and the look on his face right now was stormy enough to warrant concern. “Damien? My boss?” he gritted out, still looking like he was two seconds from strangling me to death. “Yes,” I affirmed, chuckling nervously. “Damien Du Pont, himself. The vampire king of New Orleans.” “Whatever made you think there’s something between us?” Dominic was fully facing me now. His hands were crossed over his chest. He seemed no longer interested in shooting silver bullets into imaginary rogues. “I don’t know, Dom. Maybe it’s the energy between you? Or the electric sexual tension that anyone around you two could practically choke on?” I was framing my sentences as questions because

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

Our first dinner date played in my head, and understanding my expression, Dante smirked before wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest as he kissed my temple. “I want the entire show, neonata. Make him fall head over heels for you, make him run after you, want you, beg for you, make him jealous if needed…” he smirked “I want him to see me as the challenge of his life, and I want to be the enemy that he dies to kill. When you know that you’ve had him wrapped around that beautiful finger of yours, he would be the one to lead you to Giovanni, and that would lead us to the man”