Damon Salvatore Pictures Novels & Stories

(Serena) Damon’s shouts still vibrate in the air. Savannah’s shrill sobs riding the edge of hysteria. My my, how the tables turn. I don’t smile but I want to. But all I can see is the man Damon floored. His jaw grotesquely swollen, blood streaking his mouth and chin. The side of his face is a mess and his eye is already blooming from the impact on his jaw. Everyone’s eyes are locked on Savannah and Nico, drinking in the scandal like it’s wine.

Damon Salvatore got struck by one of Thamer's demon on his back. He hold his back and looked around. He saw the six demons who got out from Thamer's body. They're six of them but Damon knew how to kill them one by one. He wing it's way to his enemies and made his first attack to one of them. Thamer was standing between them but he's not moving, his eyes only flickered in the light of fire circling on him.

The man showed Tom a picture of his daughter. “I couldn’t see her but I told you earlier to show that picture to Cassandra. She already saw the new girl at St-Xavier’s.’” “And I told you that I hate talking to women. They are deceitful. All of them! I just can’t fucking trust them, at all!” “She knows her job and -” “I’m fucking talking to you. Did you see her in there with that bastard?” The man seized Tom’s collar and got into his face with a daring look on his face.

Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

The door opened quietly. Damon stepped in carrying a glass of water and a small plate of cut fruit. He had been up early, handling calls with the security team and the legal office. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he was wearing one of the old T-shirts he only wore when he was staying close to home. He looked tired but calm, the way he always looked when he was carrying the weight of protecting us without letting it show too much. “Morning,” he said softly, setting the water and fruit on the nightstand. “How are my favorite people doing?”

He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore. I couldn’t help but notice the bold tattoos creeping up over his neck, his arms, forearms, and fingers. His dark hair is styled short but not without one little string falling out and the crest of his motorcycle club boldly tattooed on his neck. He glances towards my direction again , his stare cold but hot and when I see the mischievous smile creep up to the corner of his lips I knew I was in trouble.

Well I better go submit this documents so I can take a quick look at my project , I chuckled lightly but was honestly a little bit excited to see him Damon is quite attractive, I’ve not gotten every detail of his face but he’s very cute and those ivy blue eyes ,I swear I could get lost in them if I stared at them for too long. “Good day sir , I’m here to submit the documents, I’m done with them” , I spoke out trying to get a glimpse of his face and he was definitely acting like I wasn’t here. I’m so sure with this look on his face there might be no outing, he’s so engrossed in his work but he honestly looks a little bit cute being so serious and not spitting out any annoying words at the mom

Drops of water were dripping slowly to his abdomen, then he suddenly disappeared behind that darn towel. I couldn’t help daydreaming about it. I looked back up and saw a wicked smirk on his face, flaming me up. Today, he was wearing all black like always, but this time, he added a black leather jacket to his “Damon Salvatore” look. It made him look like the badass he was, making me think in a different perspective.

Leonardo Salvatore used to never smile. To be continued!!