Damon Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

he said. “I envy you sometimes,” I said to him. “Hire a hitman Luce, then you can have it all,” he said to me. “Yeah and end up in jail,” I said and we both laughed. “You’re too beautiful to convict,” he said. “Please, you’re my brother, you have to say that,” I said to him. “Damon thinks so too, I see the way he looks at you, if you want my opinion he’s already a goner,” he said.

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

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.

Vittorio’s POV At The Top Floor Of A Luxurious Hotel “Just smile and shake hands,” Salvatore whispered at my side. “That’s all you gotta do. Show face. Say a few pretty words. These bastards eat it up.” I didn’t answer. “Try not to look like you’d rather shoot someone.” Salvatore whispered behind his fake-ass grin as another senator’s daughter floated over in sequins and desperation. “I’d rather shoot myself,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey I wasn’t enjoying.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” “Fuck off, Salvatore.” I squirm and feel something hard digging into my butt when I move again. I open my eyes in surprise. “I hope that's a spicy soppressata in your pocket and not what I’m thinking,” I sputter, and he lets out a careless laugh that surprises me. “Believe me, what I have is better than salami. It's the best cured meat,” he replies with an egocentric tone. “You narcissistic piece of shit.”

“You’ve watched too many k dramas. I’m not ruining my jacket for this.” My frustration snapped. The old man’s words kept ringing in my head. “At least use the jacket as an umbrella!” “For what, so I can catch a cold myself?” His tone was pure disdain. “I’m Damian Salvatore. You can’t let an important person like me fall sick.” “Damian,” I yelled. With a sigh that sounded like I’d just asked him to donate a kidney, he slipped off his jacket and shoved it into my hands. “Fine. But if I catch a cold, it’s on you.”

“‘Return my queen to me or I will reclaim her.’ The audacity of that bastard is beyond me.” Damom let out a dry laugh. “But we have got to admit it, he’s got some balls.” “It’s not just him running his mouth,” I replied while shaking my head. “He truly means it and from what we have seen… he’s powerful and he can back everything he says up.” Damon went quiet for a while then leaned back on his elbows. “You know,” he started, his voice low and casual, “I have never seen you this worked up over anything. Not even when we found out what Sheila had done or even when that witch was killing all the children.”

Samantha yelled inside, trying to solve the puzzle. "Congratulations to both of you; from now on, both of you are the heirs of Salvatore Assets." The attorney announced Liam smiled devilishly in response, but there are no expressions on Aaron's face because he was never crazy after money and power. "This is the first victory of my war." Aaron, when my brother gets ready, I’ll snatch everything from you, including your wife, Samantha." Liam yelled inside. Damon is staring at Liam in anger. "Bastard, cheater! "I won't leave you!" Damon yelled inside.

The words hit like cold water. “Great.” I roll my eyes. “That sounds totally normal. Nothing to worry about. My fiancé’s just starving for another woman.” Salvatore scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Dante hasn’t gone to see her after the first few times,” he adds quickly, like that’s supposed to calm me. “And he’s got the self-control of a… rock. Or something harder. Very solid.” He nods, trying way too hard to make me smile.