Damon Salvatore Pictures Novels & Stories

His stern gaze remains fixed on Donovan, and an apparent rage reflects in them. “I know you are aware of my current blindness.” Donovan’s heart quickens, and he shakes his head to refute until he recalls that the Alpha can't see his gesture. Damon continues, feigning disinterest in his honesty as a wicked smile gradually spreads on his lips. “You collaborated with the vampires, so you must be acquainted with the lady who bumped into me yesterday. If you disclose her identity, I give you my word that you'll see your mother before your judgment.”

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

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."

My legs dangled and my toes brushed the floor. My eyes wandered slowly around the room. They were framed pictures of Lorenzo shaking hands with politicians. Lorenzo at charity galas. Lorenzo on yachts. And then, tucked toward the back, almost hidden behind a larger frame, a smaller photograph I had never noticed before. Salvatore. Not a recent photo but a younger one. Maybe ten years ago. He stood alone in a tailored black suit, arms folded, expression unreadable. Even in the photo his presence was overwhelming, dark eyes staring straight into the camera as if he already knew someone would be looking back one day.

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.

fice. Damon got out of his chair, a,d damn. Naomi tried to keep her eyes on his face, nowhere else. He was wearing suit pants, a light blue shirt that compliments his skin tone, and a double-breasted waistcoat. He looked more mature with less of the childish features she had seen in the pictures on the tabloids.. “You didn't tell me you were coming,” Damon said, his tone as cold as ice. “You never respond to my messages or calls.” Naomi folded her arms.

l say laughing hoping she would just agree with me. "Okay then," she says and hugs me. "Goodnight sweetie." "Night night mom." As soon as I get in my room, I spot Treadway flipping through my photo album. I had not removed any of my pictures with Madison, Jeremy and Jason from high school so he was staring at a picture of me and Jason in swim suits looking all lovey-dovey. "That's Jason." I say as l move closer to where he was sitting, at the edge of my bed.

I wanted to vomit. Damon had done this. There was no mistaking it. “My King?” One of the men holding me left me and walked toward Damon who was sitting still by a corner, his hands covered with blood. His stare made me uncomfortable as I couldn’t tell whether he was still in his right mind or not. What if he was just resting from his killing spree and would soon snap again? He looked more like a savage at that moment than the man that was my mate. Slowly, he got up and began to walk to me. I swallowed, falling back and realizing all the other men who had brought me in there had disappeared. I shut my eyes, praying he would remember who I was and not hurt me.

Might as well have him wipe it with a napkin instead of using the back of his hand. Both men frowned at me before seeing me pull out two napkins to hand to Dante before throwing inside the car. He looked at them for a second before taking them from me and wiping his nose again. “Eva D’Angelo” I said, extending my hand for him to shake, letting him know that I meant them no harm “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.