Damon Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

Is he gay? 'Com'on Abby are you lesbian too?!' I scrolled down DAMIAN SALVATORE's network amounted to $900million last year Jeez... I unconsciously touched my stomach.. Do..does that mean I'm carrying A BILLIONAIRE BABY?.... Fuck.... ------------------------

"You didn’t just walk away, you made sure to drive your blade into my back before leaving." "He was... just b-better than you," Salvatore muttered, letting t out a weak breath, something close to a laugh leaving him. "He's smarter... more ruthless... evil without hav- having to think twice," he struggled weakly. "I saw all that... and knew he'll make the perfect Don." "He will burn everything to the ground," Rico corrected, his veins in his fist throbbing. Salvatore laughed. He laughed hard it followed by a cough. “You’re… still the same,” he said. “Still blind…" Rico’s eyes narrowed slightly. Salvatore coughed, then spoke again, his voice was low but clear enough.

The way his lips pressed together. He hated it. Good. Dante leaned back in his chair, resting one arm over the back of mine. Deliberate. Possessive. Like a king sitting beside his prince. His voice was calm when he spoke. “You tried to kill my second-in-command.” No accusations. No anger. Just a simple statement of fact. Salvatore exhaled, reaching for the whiskey in front of him. He poured himself a drink. Took his time. Then, finally, he looked at us.

“He asked them alone. If you’re seen, they will try to kill you on the spot. This is not a fool’s fight.” I hugged myself and listened. “…you brought this on yourself, Dante,” Salvatore said. His voice was smooth like water. “You should have kept your people in check.” “You did this,” Dante answered. His voice was low. It was hard to listen but my blood felt colder and hotter at the same time. “You used her name.” “Power needs sacrifice,” Salvatore said. “You should know that.” My breath stopped. I wanted to burst in and scream. I wanted to stand where they could see me and tell them the truth. But Nico held my arm.

Lightning flashed violently outside the windows. Salvatore stared at me for a long second before speaking again. "Dante destroys people slowly. He likes psychological games. He likes fear." "And you?" His eyes locked onto mine. "I prefer honesty." I almost laughed at the absurdity. "You murdered my brothers." "Yes." No apology. No softness. Just the truth again. God. That honesty was somehow worse. I moved toward the windows needing space desperately. Rain hammered the glass while waves crashed below the cliffs like war drums.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before dropping it on the glass table beside him. “I am Damien.” He said. Now lighting a cigarette. The room fell silent. The tick of the clock became the only thing that could be heard. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away. And then, the corner of his lips curved. His voice cut through me like a sharp blade as the smell of smoke enveloped me. “...Salvatore DeLuca.” Voice calm. The name struck me like lightning, my body went stiff and I almost passed out on the spot.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

Salvatore has the power to burn me, I've felt the painful sparks yet I'm unable to resist him. "I don't know what my lines say, but I hope that a future with you is written in there" he says studying his lines. "What if it does not?" I inquire. "Then I'll make one myself." _________ Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

“Oh! That reminds me, do you remember how you said I can try your car?” Damiano leaned back and crossed his arms. “I did.” “So… Can I?” “No.” “What? Why not?” I said, completely offended. “Because I said it purely to piss off that shit-face who works for your father.” The seriousness in his eyes made my jaw drop. “Don’t call him that! What has he ever done to you?” “Exist.” Damiano said it so fast it had me cracking up. “Then what would you have done if I had said yes on the spot at the time, huh?” I retorted.

Did he have a death wish? True enough, Gilbert's expression became as dark as night, while Saul scoffed in fury. His eyes flashed murderously as he snarled, "Don't think you can run your mouth just because you saved my father earlier, punk. "If you dare utter another preposterous word, I'll make sure you won't live to see the sun rising tomorrow!" Snorting, Damian had a look of derision as he remarked, "What makes you think a dying man like you can threaten me?"