Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

"I still believe you haven't murdered your wife, but I can't even ignore Damon's confession. I'll talk to you about it. " She turns her eyes back to Liam. On the other hand, Liam also looks at Samantha while giving her an evil smile. "You Liam Salvatore, I won't leave you. After all, you've misbehaved with me. " "I’m leaving you tonight, but tomorrow I’ll teach you a lesson." Next morning. Damon comes out of the room after being freshened up. His feet automatically stop as his eyes find Liam in front of him. Damon also never gets confused between Liam and Aaron. The main difference between them is their eye colour, and second, there is a dragon tattoo on Liam's arm.

His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City. As far as I know, Ciro Romano has eyes everywhere— except for me. It's been eight years since they last heard of me. That's when I burned down the orphanage, killing most of his men. I know they've been hunting for me for quite some time until they have to give up. Luckily, Rose Davis, my adopted mother traveled by the road I've been hiding the day she made an ultimate decision to transfer to Brakstone City, saving me from the hands of Ciro Romano. A distinctive car honk sounded outside making me grin. He’s here. I slung my bag on my shoulder, a practic

“You son of a bitch.” “I will fucking end you, Mancini,” Salvatore growled. Domenico made sure to shield me. “Lay a finger on her again, and they’ll never find your body.” A gasp left me as Salvatore pulled out his gun and aimed it at Domenico. “The body they’ll never find is y—” Domenico’s fist slammed into his face with such force Salvatore fell to the ground, his gun skidding across the floor. Domenico hissed and clutched his side, bending over. Worry knotted my stomach as I placed my hand on his back. He looked to me, his jaw clenched, and nodded.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

It consumed a day before Dominick wake up, and now, here we are. Dominick returned the wealth and all assets of Damon to his parents—Blake and Robert. “Let’s go?” he said, carrying Liam. We stepped closer to Damon’s tomb. Damon Karsyn Born: November 02, 1985 Died: February 08, 2018

Raven sat at the end of the table, she looked at the head of the table and there he was the man from last night. That's when Raven realized that all the staff had put on make-up and perfume to impress him and their hair was nicely done. Yet she Raven on the other hand was dirty from the ingredients and cooking. She was sweating and her hair was in a messy ponytail. She snapped out of it and waited for the dinner to begin, she was proud of the food that she had made. "Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place."

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

"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

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.