Damon Salvatore Hot Novels & Stories

Harley and I hugged for a long time and swayed to the music before settling down as Wells asked Kat everything about Damon, from his favourite food to his preferred brand of underwear and we all just laughed. “See Finley, you can make pasta at least. Damon won’t die from that,” he said to me. “You like my brother?” Kat asked me. “No, I don’t like him,” I said as they all laughed at me. “Then why did you sleep with him?” Wells asked me as Kat choked on her shot and spat the liquor out all over the table. “This I want to hear,” Kat said as she moved closer to me. “Oh it was a night quite like this, we were drinking and dancing and the next moment Damon threw her over his shoulder and stalked o

“So, this is your big move, Damon? Having your jackasses pretending to be cops and leading me here? I’ll give you credit—it’s bold. But you should know better than to think I’d be caught off guard by something like this.” Damon’s smirk faltered slightly by Antonio’s confidence but knowing he had more surprises in store for him made him smile even more. “You know that's part of you that I envy…CONFIDENCE! It's the Montero's world and as the heir you do feel like a god huh?” Damon laughed again. “The hot sexiest man of the year…the Hollywood hotshot….the cold mafia leader…you are everything I dreamt of,sad story right?” “And this is how you want to get it all,at least a facial and height impro

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

“What the fuck do you mean, Salvatore?” “Tell him, Luciano!” he yelled. “Tell him!” I slid my gaze to Luciano, who sighed deeply, rubbing his fingers through his hair. “Tell me what?” I asked quietly, remaining very patient and reserved despite how I felt. “Damon…” he started, his voice trailing off. “Talk to me,” I urged. “It seems like whoever’s doing all this has a very personal problem with you.” I paused, the alarm bells going off in my head at his words.

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 was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

We ordered red velvet cupcakes with coffee. "Damon Anderson, Just confirmed that there will be a sequel to the movie, Forbidden Love. Can't wait to see more about this yummy actor." "Do you seriously have to check, Celeb news every 10 minutes?" I questioned her. "Yes, hello. Damon is my favorite actor. Wish I could meet him." She said in a daze while looking at her phone. "Yeah, he's cute and a great actor. But other than that, he's just a normal person like you and me." I replied.

"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."

His hot breath possessed every part of my body, he placed his hand around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, I felt a hot air get stuck in my throat before I coughed it off. “Who is Selena?” I whispered. “She is someone you should never speak about,” Dante said and this time his tone was a bit higher. “If you think Damon is a monster then you have no idea heat monsters are because Selena is worse than him.” He said and my breath hitches.