Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

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."

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

Damian asked, his voice cold as he looked at Samantha's face again. "I came to see if—you and I can get along and if you can release my father," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Samantha hadn't been brave enough to chase after a man before. Most men chase after her. Now, she was the one chasing after Damian Tucker, a ruthless mafia boss.

He stepped forward until he was just two steps away. “You think love is enough to survive what’s coming?” “No. But it’s what brought me here. And now, it’s what keeps me standing.” I stood between them, feeling the sparks in the air. It was like watching two opposing forces on the verge of colliding. “I’ve heard of you,” Dimitri said, his voice low. “Matteo Salvatore. One of the most feared names in the Italian mafia in New York. The man who solves with blood, who leads with an iron fist. They say you hesitate before no one.”

from Damien? A scowl twisted my lips as I thought of the man that had stolen Vivian's heart. Damien was dangerous, no doubt about that. But Vivian didn’t know that. She didn’t know the world she was involved in, didn’t know the kind of person she was surrounded by. **Damien Sullivan was a part of the Cosa Nostra**, and that meant he was a part of something far darker than she could imagine.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

I grab his asset and fuck! I step back in fear, breaking the kiss, and in the end, Santino ends up knocking my lip. My hand feels my lips that feel raw. Some blood stains my finger where he bit me. “Fuck you!” “Are you sure? That you want to do that? ‘Cause you chickened out the moment you felt my dick. I did warn you not to test me, Samantha. I am the dragon king. I am way much bigger than your average human being.” He smirks, and fuck, he can be just as cocky as Maximo if he wanted to. I finally conclude that Santino is dangerously ruthless, and he knows I am scared of the monster in his pants.