Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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."

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Silver: Alpha Damon was breathing fast and looking down at me with an expression that told me he wished he could take his worst back. I looked back at him, unsure of what to do or how to react. After a few moments, he sat back down and faced me. “You just can't leave now,” he said. “There is so much to do. We're this close to finding out who wants me dead and considering the fact you were hurt as well, you've become their next target. I promise to protect you no matter the cost, but you can't leave now.”

Damian called him and he turned towards damian, he smiled at damian which damian returned and they hugged. Rose looked at their reunion and understood they are close. She observed Massimo and even if he was smiling his aura was still screaming dominance and danger, his amber eyes were reflecting the darkness of his soul. Anyone could tell that he is a powerful man and one not to be messed with. "After long time brother..." Massimo patted damian's shoulder and he nodded. "Yeah..." "Meet my girlfriend, rose... Rose he is my friend and the Italian Mafia's boss Massimo Marino..." Damian introduced them.

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

"I get it off the internet. None of the local places will carry it. It's imported from England, and yeah, it's pretty darned good. The only thing I like better is their Oatmeal Stout, but I only drink one of those on very special occasions. It packs a wallop and it's just a little heavy. One bottle and you feel like you just ate a meal." She did like talking about her favorite beer. She watched as Mark took another sip and smiled. Another convert. "Oh, I'm sorry Mark, where's my manners. Mark Lockhardt, this is Damien; Damien, this is Mark Lockhardt." She sat back and waited for the two 'men' to size each other up. Mark looked at her like she had lost her mind, but then looked at the wolf si

No interviews, photographs or personal details. Another article mentioned how he loved his private life, with only a few of his business associates knowing anything about him. The guy was loaded, but something about him was off. I scrolled further. A news article popped up, and a photograph of Damien and me from earlier today filled my screen. Real Face of Salvatore Russo Spotted With His Newly Wedded Wife, Skylar Morrison. “Welcome home, Sky.” Damien's eyes met mine as he drove through the open gate and brought the car to a halt.

His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City. As far as I know, Ciro Romano has eyes everywhere— except for me. It's been eight years since they last heard of me. That's when I burned down the orphanage, killing most of his men. I know they've been hunting for me for quite some time until they have to give up. Luckily, Rose Davis, my adopted mother traveled by the road I've been hiding the day she made an ultimate decision to transfer to Brakstone City, saving me from the hands of Ciro Romano. A distinctive car honk sounded outside making me grin. He’s here. I slung my bag on my shoulder, a practic