Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore

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

Might as well have him wipe it with a napkin instead of using the back of his hand. Both men frowned at me before seeing me pull out two napkins to hand to Dante before throwing inside the car. He looked at them for a second before taking them from me and wiping his nose again. “Eva D’Angelo” I said, extending my hand for him to shake, letting him know that I meant them no harm “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

He was clean-shaven, dressed in a dark suit with a hint of exhaustion etched on the lines of his face, but he looked very sane. “M…Mr Damon..” Some muttered. Damon didn’t look at him. He walked straight to the head of the table and stopped beside the chairman. “I believe you’re voting on my position,” Damon said calmly. The room fell silent. “You should have told us you were attending,” one board member said cautiously. Damon turned to him. “I wasn’t invited.” The chairman cleared his throat again. “Mr. Sinclair, given recent events…” “I’ve lost my wife,” Damon said, cutting him off. “Not my mind.”

“I see you’re struggling.” Keiran’s breathing was uneven. His wound was worse than I thought. I tightened my grip on him. Salvatore’s gaze lingered before he turned back to Donovan. “Shall we talk?” Donovan scoffed. “You came with swords, not words.” Salvatore shrugged. “A precaution.” He stepped forward, stopping just before Damien’s corpse. He glanced down at the body. No emotion. Just mild interest. Then he looked at Donovan again. “You killed your own blood.”

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

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.... ------------------------

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”