Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore

i said . " Actually there is " he said . " really ?! " I asked him. " Yes , tell me miss Gilbert , have you ever heard of Damon Sorrentino ?" he asked . " Hmm , honestly I haven't " i answer " Well , he's a successful businessman , he owns bunch of clubs and casinos and production companies " " Interesting, .... What do you want me to do ? " i asked .

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

Is he gay? 'Com'on Abby are you lesbian too?!' I scrolled down DAMIAN SALVATORE's network amounted to $900million last year Jeez... I unconsciously touched my stomach.. Do..does that mean I'm carrying A BILLIONAIRE BABY?.... Fuck.... ------------------------

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

He asked. "No, not at all" Salvador shook his head. "I just want to gain more experience here and I heard that you treat your workers right. I want to be a palace soldier" Damon smirked. "Why? You're a man with freedom, why do you want to be a servant?" Damon isn't foolish, he knows that the man wants to be close to Daisy. He turned and gave Salvatore a look. Salvatore nodded in acknowledgement. Damon wasn't sure if he wants anyone closer to Daisy. He can't do her such favor. Period.

And that's not to mention the fact that he's an horny mother fucker who can't do without women. It's very annoying to have someone like that with you, and he is also a proud brat as well as rude and spoilt. Let's say, his parents made a mistake having him, I mean, they could have just used protections and Prevented that monstrosity but no, they decided against it and what do we have? A monster without a name. A mistake. Damien Salvatore. “Stop cussing me in your mind, it won't accept me!” He said, locking up his car door after taking a bottle of alcohol from it.

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

Then Damon stepped forward, jaw clenched, eyes sharp as knives. “I’m guessing this is all about money, right?” he said. “So talk business. Tell me what you want—then release Sadie and Daven.” “Only Sadie and Daven?” the man asked, raising a brow. “What about your father? Your ex-wife? This friend of yours?” Damon let out a short, humorless scoff. “You’re my father’s trusted man, aren’t you? Silas Aldo.” His tone sharpened, like he was pulling back flesh to reveal the truth underneath.