Damon Salvatore Hot Novels & Stories

“She looks familiar.” “Isn’t she Matteo Moretti’s rumored girlfriend?” “Is that man Matteo Moretti?” Countless whispers of questions reached my ears, but I can only entertain the shock and anger on Damon’s face right now. Just like that. Taste your own medicine. “What the fck is this game, Isabella?!” Damon could no longer hold his anger in. I lifted my chin, keeping my gaze on him. “What game, Mr. Sanchez?” “That’s indeed Damon Sanchez!”

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore. I couldn’t help but notice the bold tattoos creeping up over his neck, his arms, forearms, and fingers. His dark hair is styled short but not without one little string falling out and the crest of his motorcycle club boldly tattooed on his neck. He glances towards my direction again , his stare cold but hot and when I see the mischievous smile creep up to the corner of his lips I knew I was in trouble.

-Damon, it's not that I need more time. -But then what is it? -Damon, I'm not one of those models you used to hang around with. -What do you mean? he asks seriously. -I mean, I don't look like them. I don't have a flat stomach, I'm neither tall nor... -Elenor, you're not like them. You're much better than them. I desire you like I've never desired anyone! I've been yearning for you and that sexy body of yours since I saw you leave me that night. Do you know how many cold showers I've had because of you? You don't know! Do you know how many bullets I wanted to put into every man at that charity ball?"

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, Sophie said quite happily as her plan was going smoothly. “Well I’m not cool with that”, Damon said walking in. And damn he was looking so hot and it was like he was getting brighter and more attractive. “Damon! I thought you were not coming anymore as I didn’t get any reply from you”, Mr Robert said looking at his son who ghosted him throughout the week and arriving at the dinner looking like he was in a competition to know who was more handsome.

Idiot! "I don't fall in love," I make it clear, even if it's not entirely true. Damon Salvatore* got into my little heart from the first moment I saw him. "It's a waste of time and my time is very valuable. I save human lives, I can't sigh around the corners like a rube. You have to know how to love me and believe me, the man who can even try it hasn't been born yet." "Whoa!" Now he does show his perfect teeth as he exclaims somewhat amazed, though the gesture is left with a twisted expression and a touch... sinister. "A tough girl. I like it."

I cried out as pain radiated through my bones. “Don’t fucking touch her!” Domenico roared, appearing at the door with at least four of my grandfather’s men in tow. He shoved Salvatore back and turned to me. “Are you okay?” I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes as I held my face, but I managed to nod. Domenico’s eyes were slits as he looked to where Salvatore’s hand had been, then he turned back around. I could feel the rage racing to the surface, his muscles tightening. “You son of a bitch.”

Astonishing. "What's his name, this charming young man?" Mama teases, playfully pinching me. "Damon," "Damon? Sexy name," "Well . . . you can only imagine," "Mmhm, I really like where this is going. Did you sleep with him yet?" "Mama!"

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,