Damon Salvatore Pictures Novels & Stories

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

But the truth was glaring right at me. It was a picture of her. She was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking like a goddess. And she was smiling. A real smile. Not the fake one she used to give me. And she was with a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Damian Moretti. The name was familiar. Very familiar. I scrolled through the article, my anger rising with every word. "Bianca Salvatore, only daughter of billionaire Julio Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Corp, married Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti Empire, in a lavish ceremony today in Los Angeles."

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

Alpha Damon stood up from the chair, he suddenly held my arm and drew me closer to himself, raising my chin to look at him. I wanted anything but that at that moment, an unsettling feeling in me made my eyes open in fright. I was wholly taken aback after meeting his gaze. He is the most beautiful male I have ever seen. He has a sharp jawline, muscular physique, attractive blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a small pink lips with a pointed nose to complement his spotless face and skin. His face was cold and devoid of a single smile but that made him more attractive. Alpha Damon is the definition of charming.

I knock on the door and he tells me to come in. "Will said you were looking for me?" I say as I step inside, my eyes going straight to a man sat on the couch. He's in only leather pants and has his sculpted chest out on display as he looks at me coldly. "Come sit down Mason, I'd like you to meet Damon, he's a new Dom and I think you would both be very good for each other," Marcus says as he gestures to the other couch. I keep my eyes lowered because Damon is radiating dominance that is making me want to drop to my knees already.

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.

“Because I’m pretty sure that’s a felony.” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be terrified of me.” “I got over that,” I shot back. “Turns out caffeine cures fear.” Damian pushed off the car, walking toward me with the kind of quiet confidence that should’ve been illegal. “So you’re not afraid of gods anymore.” “I’m not afraid of men who think they are,” I said, folding my arms. That earned me a low laugh—one that did terrible things to my pulse. “You’re impossible.”

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

“She told you what you wanted to hear.” Damon's voice hardened. “No. She told me what I refused to hear eight years ago.” Sarah looked at him. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Then Damon reached into his jacket. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table. “I want to talk about the photographs.” Sarah's expression remained calm. “What photographs?” “The ones you showed me.” “I showed you many photographs over the years.” “The photographs of Katelyn and my uncle.” Sarah's eyes remained on his face. Then, slowly, she leaned back. “So that's what this is about.”