Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

We waited by a rusted crane, the sea choppy and black behind us. Exactly on time, a black sedan arrived. Damon Salvatore stepped out, accompanied not by a low-ranking mercenary, but by his most trusted, brutally efficient Sicilian lieutenant, Marco. Damon looked impeccably dressed, but the sweat on his brow betrayed his desperation. He was walking into this exchange because his financial situation demanded it. “Vladimir,” Damon said, his voice carrying the false warmth of a man who believed he held the upper hand. “How tragic that we meet again under such trying circumstances. My deepest condolences on the… setbacks you’ve experienced.”

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you

A figure leaned against a sleek black Maserati and a thick cigarette burned between his fingers while he watched me with the kind of scrutiny that usually made weaker people wither. I recognized him at first glance. He was Domenico Salvatore, the Fourth Capo of the Salvatore family. He hadn’t changed much— he was tall, dark and still exuding that effortless Sicilian arrogance. He was wearing a tailored suit that fitted like a second skin and he looked at me the way a predator studies a rival that had stepped into its hunting ground. I let him look and let him wonder why I was here. I could bet he was speculating if it was because my father was dying.

"I spent months down there when I was sixteen and my father was teaching me how to dispose of bodies, I know every passage and every exit and which walls are solid versus which ones are just old brick that can be broken through." "Then we spend today mapping our strategy and tomorrow we hit the restaurant." I was feeling something that might have been hope or might have been insanity. "We make Salvatore so angry that coming after us personally is the only way he can restore his reputation." "And if this works, if we actually manage to kill him..." Carlo trailed off. "Then Matteo becomes Don and he's even worse than his father." Damien finished. "Which is why we can't just kill Salvatore, we

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

If anything, I felt the complete opposite, horrible. “Lea, look… I’m not preventing from dating anyone but Ryder is not a nice guy… He is part of those illegal activities like your father. I don’t trust him.” “I know, mom but -” “You knew? Then why -” “You’re mistaken. It’s not what you think… Ryder actually saved me from him.” “Still, that does not mean he is not part of all these awful things -” “Ryder saved my life, mom otherwise I wouldn’t have been here today.”

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.