Damon Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

“Yes, or no?!” A few of them jolted, Salvatore, included, and he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze back on me. “Yes, Damon, but it doesn’t mean—“ “You fixed a meeting, Salvatore, and how was I the last to know about it, as the head mafia kingpin?” I queried, my tone derisive. “Is that the respect you speak about?” “Well—“ “You should be thankful I even showed up at all,” I interrupted, glaring at him. “Now, let’s get on with the fucking meeting, shall we? I have better things to do than sit here arguing about respect with you lots.”

Sinclair’s eyes are shining as he returns my sentiments, trying to fit a lifetime of love and emotion into a few words. “I believe in you.” I reply tearfully. “Damon is no match for you, Dominic. He’s a little boy who got hold of a big stick and he thinks he can make us all back down. You’re going to prove him wrong, you’re going to show him what a weak little insect he is.”

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

Take note also that his hospital had the best and fairest doctor of any field. Damon pressed the button of his telecom, making a statement. “Cancel all my damn meetings today,” he said. Scratching his beard as he made up a plan. First, he wanted to make sure that his toy/ the one he loved but doesn’t dare to say it, will always be his. And so, he thinks damn well. In less than a minute, he thought of a bright idea. “Let’s see what you got, fucker. In this game, you started, that fuckface of yours will cry like a baby,” and a devilish laugh escaped from his mouth as it occupies the whole room.

Damon chuckled at her babyish attitude . " Do you know you could really get fat at the rate which you are going " he asked with a smirk . Quinn paused as she blinked her eyes . " Yes babe .it's junk you know " Damon said smiling at her silly nature . " You are not going to break up with me if I get fat right" she asked batting her eyelashes . " No I won't but you won't even like yourself fat " He replied holding her hands softly . " Dont be scared babe , go on ,have some more icecream " he added .

Domenico sees the cost; I see the necessity. “I don’t argue the necessity, Vova,” Domenico conceded, resting his elbows on his knees. “I argue the exposure. You are placing yourself at the mouth of that tunnel. You should be commanding from here. If Damon takes you down, the fragile truce collapses, and Salvatore wins the global war without firing another shot.”

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

“I swear, Damien, that day will be the end of your life. I’ll make sure it’s the worst death you’ve ever known.” His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word a dagger. “Don’t even think about running,” he continued, eyes boring into mine like they could reach into my soul and rip it out. “You, of all people, should know I, Salvatore, show no mercy. Even if you hide in the deepest hole, I will fish you out. I will end your entire line.” The threat was both primal and precise—a promise that echoed through my bones. “Don’t try to play me, don’t mess with me, Damien. I repeat—don’t dare me.”

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."