Damon Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

That’s one of my rules. ‘Does this conversation have a point?’ ‘I’m just telling you more about me.’ ‘I don’t need to know more about you. I already know all I need to know.’ ‘So you’re a man who doesn’t believe in love? I bet as far as you’re concerned it’s a myth right up there with the Minotaur and the legend of Atlantis.’ ‘You should definitely stop talking.’ Damian removed his bow tie with an impatient flick of his long fingers. ‘Go into the bathroom and turn the shower to cold. It might help you. It would definitely help me.’

Damon cleared his throat and looked at me from head to toe, he replied, "Everything." "That hurts my feelings." "Well, you should consider having me instead." "You're a casanova." I scoffed, "Choosing you is twice the heartbreak." "Or twice the fun." "You're disgusting." Damon smirked, "Am I? Or are you falling?" "Never." "We'll see." "Tch." Dylan Ashton Crap, I barely escaped that embarrassment. I can't believe I said such straight forward remark. Did Olivia hear? Ah crap, this is just so... ah never mind.

Alpha Damon followed up with another question. After hearing that, I couldn’t help but think about the possibility of not finding my mate. What will I do? “If you don’t, I will never let you go, Olivia. The only thing that can save you from being mine is if you find your mate, that’s a promise,” he declared. His statement rang in my ears as my heart thumped loudly. Why is he confusing me with his words? Why do I feel good about his declaration?

"It's fine. A lot of people, a lot of politics. But I'm managing." "Good. That's good." Salvatore smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "We appreciate you being here. I know these events can be overwhelming." "I'm learning." I met his gaze and tried to look innocent instead of like someone who'd just overheard them discussing her as a liability. "Dante's been helpful." "Has he?" Something shifted in Salvatore's expression. Interest maybe. "I'm glad to hear that. His brother would want him to take care of you."

She can use her charm to lure men and they’re totally fine with it. “Come on, that’s not fair. We don’t know his reasons. Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. Who knows? It could be something serious.” – Damon said in a serious tone “Like being burned by the moon at an eclipse.” – Anthony joked “…or melting into ashes.” – Harper added. Damon shook his head but smiled anyway. It’s good that nowthey can already joke about it. Hours earlier, their knees were shaking on the possibility of being attacked in their most vulnerable state.

His gaze was fixed on Mr Salvatore, jaw taut, lips pressed into a line so thin it could’ve sliced skin. Salvatore didn’t even blink. He leaned back in his chair, one arm still draped lazily over the back like he was reclining at a goddamn dinner party. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “Your team’s excellent. No doubt about that. But none of them were the designer.” My stomach flipped. Salvatore smiled at me again—like I was some precious discovery he’d stumbled across.

“ You sure you don’t want water, ma’am?” I wave at someone I don't even know and turn my eyes lazily. He was watching me intently, even as he wiped a glass clean. “ Water? Do I look like someone who wants to be hydrated right now? Seriously??” I giggle. He doesn’t say a word. He’s being careful, that I’m sure of. Who wouldn’t be? I’m Salvatore’s wife for hell’s sake. “ You know what’s funny?” I say, ready to put on my clown costume and entertain the house for the night. “ I’m so pissed those girls didn’t bite his d*ck off. They should have ended his fucking lineage right there. Bastard!”

Past Celestine's POV "Leave me alone Lorenzo," I grit out through clenched teeth, reeling from the stupid words he just uttered. "Fine." He sighs exasperatedly. "Damon Salvatore's head doesn't look like a potato." A pause. "Am I forgiven now?" "Go away." I push open the doors of the diner, and the little bell at the top rings, signaling the arrival of a new customer. Closing the door in Lorenzo's stupid face, I find a booth and slide in.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

Liam asked, his voice cutting through the revelry. Startled from his reverie, Salvatore blinked and forced a half-smile, though the light in his eyes dimmed slightly. “Nah, man. You guys go ahead. I just need to hit the restroom first.” Liam raised an eyebrow but shrugged, dismissing Salvatore's reluctance. “Your loss, buddy.”