Damon Salvatore Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

And that's not to mention the fact that he's an horny mother fucker who can't do without women. It's very annoying to have someone like that with you, and he is also a proud brat as well as rude and spoilt. Let's say, his parents made a mistake having him, I mean, they could have just used protections and Prevented that monstrosity but no, they decided against it and what do we have? A monster without a name. A mistake. Damien Salvatore. “Stop cussing me in your mind, it won't accept me!” He said, locking up his car door after taking a bottle of alcohol from it.

Outside, the trees blurred into highway as the car picked up speed. Then, Damian’s phone buzzed again. New Message. Priority Encrypted. Sender: A.R. Subject: NOT OVER. Damian opened it with a single swipe. No media. No frills. Just a line of cold text: He cornered me. I didn’t fold… I preserved what I could. If I fall, you’ll be next. We both know what happens if he consolidates the South. There’s still a way to balance this… Contact Salvatore. Damian read it once.

“It’s yours to lead Aurora, you are a rightful heir, you may be illegitimate, but right now they need someone that is blood and that’s you, or the mafia will fall, or they will all fall and they will go back to needing someone that can help them.” “I know nothing about taking care of the mafia.” “You know everything about it, you took care of those bastards in the basement, you took care of everything and you maintained under pressure, you are good and I will stand beside you while you lead, now for all we know Damien is going back to the man that brought him up, Paul Salvatore,” Dominic explained. “Who is he?” I asked and Dominic and Gabriel stared at each other. “He is bad isn’t he?”

"What's going on here, Salvatore? Why are you questioning the Don's decisions?" Salvatore's smile didn't waver. "It's not about questioning, Antonio," he said, his tone smarmy. "It's about ensuring the purity of our lineage. You know how important that is to me." "Selena is carrying my child" I said, my voice a low growl. "And if you ever imply otherwise again, I will not be held responsible for my actions." Salvatore's smug expression didn't falter, but his eyes flickered with a hint of unease. "I see," he said, his tone mocking. "The great Joseph Rossi, so in love with the girl that was being sold to settle a debt."

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.

Damian called him and he turned towards damian, he smiled at damian which damian returned and they hugged. Rose looked at their reunion and understood they are close. She observed Massimo and even if he was smiling his aura was still screaming dominance and danger, his amber eyes were reflecting the darkness of his soul. Anyone could tell that he is a powerful man and one not to be messed with. "After long time brother..." Massimo patted damian's shoulder and he nodded. "Yeah..." "Meet my girlfriend, rose... Rose he is my friend and the Italian Mafia's boss Massimo Marino..." Damian introduced them.

I spat, “What exactly is your problem?” “My problem? Do you want to know exactly what my problem is? It's you, my problem is fucking you!!!” Damian yelled, “You knew I was drunk and you took advantage of the situation.” “What?” I stood to my feet, “Are you dumb or what? I take advantage of you? You are not all that, Mr. Damian Salvatore; I guess when you drink, you have memory loss, so let me remind you that I didn't approach you, you did, and you even begged me.”

Salvatore sighed; he wished he could do more for her the way Adler did, take matters into his hands and make sure she was okay, He might be holding her deepest secret and helping her get rid of it, but was that enough? "Hey," a hand fell on his shoulder, "I've been looking for you." Salvatore stared at the hand on his shoulder, then looked up at its owner, he immediately went rigid, listening to his world go silent. "I didn't know you were here, Boss." Victor Domenico, second son to the Godfather, standing at least six foot, with an easygoing frame, sad brown eyes that were inherited from his mother, sharp intellect that set him above the rest, and an excellent attribute that could have had