Damon Salvatore Photos Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Damon pauses for a bit and what seems to be a smile appears on his face. Raven didn’t know how to reply to what Damon had asked her so she kept quiet. “I have a proposal for you,” Damon adds “I don’t do married man,” Raven quickly says Damon looks at Raven with a smirk on his face. “I’m not married,” he says. Raven didn’t know she was holding her breath when she heaved a heavy sigh. A part of her was relieved that the good-looking man beside her was not married but that did not mean he was single.

“Mr Damon Grey has arrived. He asked if he could have a moment with you before tonight’s event begins.” I hesitated, my stomach tightening. Finally, I nodded. “Show him in.” The girl hurried away. I brushed invisible lint from my satin blouse, straightened my posture, and took a deep breath. When Damon entered, his quiet confidence seemed to fill the atelier. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit with no tie, the open collar revealing a sculpted throat and a chest tattoo. His cologne was darker than Mike’s – cedarwood, leather, and something smoky underneath.

“I want you to meet someone.” I frowned and crossed my arms, ready for whatever sleaze she’d dragged home this time. “Who?” The front door swung open behind her, and my breath caught. Salvatore stepped in, tall and sharp in a black suit, that dagger tattoo peeking from his collar. His amber eyes locked on me, a slow and wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind that promised trouble I couldn’t dodge. My legs locked, shock rooting me to the spot as every nerve screamed for me to run.

Damon left the room and came back with a tray of food in his hand, making my stomach growl and reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything. “Thank you,” I said as he laid the table and began dishing the food. We were having bolognese spaghetti and sauced chicken, which happened to be my favorite dish, and I couldn’t just wait to munch on it. He handed me a plate and a glass of juice like a gentleman before going ahead to dish out some for himself. We sat there in silence as I dug into my food with relish. I noticed Damon kept stealing glances at me from time to time as we ate, but I was too busy trying to get my stomach filled to pay attention to him.

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.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

He had a frown on his face, and she wondered what he was thinking about. "Take a picture, darling, it last longer. But then again, I doubt you'll need one as you'll be seeing me each day." Damien leaned into her and whispered. "Whoever said I was staring at you? And why would you think I need a picture of you?" she rolled her eyes. "I know I am the best-looking werewolf out here, and you know the most powerful, so it only makes sense if you see me as an imaginary extraordinary creature," Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere.

he said as he looked from Connor to me. “Are you insane?” I asked him. “I said I’m sorry,” he said as he extended a hand towards Connor and helped him to his feet. “It’s all good, I can do with your help anyway,” he said and smiled at Damon. “I’ll never get you guys, he just tried to strangle you,” I said to Connor. “He didn’t know, so it’s not a problem,” Connor said. “So you drove all this way to assemble a crib?” Damon asked him.