Novelas y relatos de Damon Salvatore

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

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.

While driving, he was just recalling Liam's words in his mind. 'I know my obsession can become worse sometimes, but I can't help it. I can't see anyone with my baby. She is only mine. I love her so much. I have to get married to Ashley as soon as possible! Only Ashley can save me from myself now. I want her to be mine completely.' Damon was sitting in a press conference. He is the CEO of Williams Enterprises, so he always has to attend and interact with the media too. Damon is a popular person, so he always has to deal with the media and press, but he knows how to handle them with his savage answers.

he said. " You, go check further!" I said to one of my men. He nodded and walked before us. We followed him through the darkness of the tunnel. I never thought that they outwitted me. I'm Damon Salvatore, one of the Hybrid demon vampire in centuries then someone like them, human, dared to humiliated me. I gritted my teeth and clinched my fist. It's okay, besides Thamer was with me. I had a plan. T had to find Thamer's number to contact his girlfriend.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤 “I need you to pay close attention, Damien,” Salvatore’s voice said sternly. “You can’t keep acting nonchalantly when we’ve got serious issues.” I said nothing. Honestly, there wasn’t much I could say. I reached for my half-empty glass and gulped down the whiskey left. The aftertaste lingered in my mouth while my brother kept talking nonstop. “You’re not even listening to me.”

All three of them turned when he walked in. Selene's eyes went straight to his face, reading him the way she had been reading him since he was a child. "Well?" Damon moved to the bar. Poured two fingers of whiskey. Drank half before he sat down. "Well?" Selene repeated, quicker. "I met him," Damon said. The room changed. Mira sat up. Aria looked away from the window. Selene put her wine glass down. "And?" Selene said. "His name is Volkov. Viktor Volkov." Damon turned the glass in his hands. "Eastern European. Old money, old connections, old enemies. He's been at war with Craven for four years."

For us. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Damian snarled, his voice laced with fury. "I will find you. And I will make you pay. I will tear you apart piece by piece." "I'd like to see you try," Adrian said, unfazed. "But first, you're going to do something for me. You're going to sign over Salvatore Corp to me. All of it. And in exchange, I might... and I mean might... let her live. The baby on the other hand… let’s hope we are in a good mood when it's all over. If you try to contact the police. Or if you try to be a hero. She dies. Slowly. And you will listen to it all. Do we have a deal?"