Damon Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

“You want me to murder Armando Luca? Are you serious? That’s not just impossible; it is insane!” Don Salvatore leaned back in his chair, unfazed by my outburst. His calmness made the tension in the room unbearable. “Insane?” he said, his voice smooth but dripping with condescension. “I don’t think so. Difficult? Maybe. But impossible? No. I’m confident you’ll find a way.” “How can you even say that?” I asked, my hands gripping the edge of the table to steady myself. “You’ve got no idea what you’re asking. It’s not something I can do. It’s not who I am.”

Damon loosened his tie slightly as he walked toward his office. He was tired. Not physically. Something worse. The kind of exhaustion that lived inside your bones after surviving too much. His phone buzzed. One message. From Luca. Eat something today. Damon stared at the text Then smiled despite himself. Small. Automatic. Dangerous. Another message appeared immediately after: Coffee does not count as food. Damon huffed softly. Then typed back: You sound domestic. Three dots appeared instantly. Don’t insult me. Damon laughed quietly under his breath.

he replied casually, his tone light and nonchalant. I scoffed inwardly at his response, refusing to let myself be swayed by his easy charm. "Sure, that's what they all say," I muttered under my breath, my skepticism evident in the sharpness of my tone. Damon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure. "Seriously, though," he insisted, his gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge. "I just enjoy the atmosphere here. And besides, it's nice to see a familiar face."

Little does he know that he's playing with fire by risking his life like this. How dare he? I must applaud his audacity though. He’s got some balls in him but wrong move, dude. No one messes with me and when I’m in a good mood, you better let it stay that way otherwise; it wouldn’t end well for you. “Well, what can I say? I’m blind to certain stuffs and you know what? I don’t give a fuck about what’s going on in anyone’s life, okay?” I said through gritted teeth and glared at him.

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you

I could barely keep the shaking from my voice as I fired back. “I never asked you to accept anything,” I snapped, forcing each word out through clenched teeth. “I never needed your approval. Just go.” He let out a bitter laugh, one without any real humor—cold, hard, and full of cruelty. “You really believed I’d ever claim a rogue slut as my mate?” The insult slapped the breath from my lungs. “Damon!” Dante’s voice cracked through the moment like thunder, his eyes wide with disbelief, his tone sharp with warning. But it was as though he hadn’t even spoken.

“Besides, they got that noise from you.” “I’m not loud,” I shot back. Sal raised an eyebrow. “Sal, I am expressive.” He snorted. I saw the mischief in his eyes even before he let out the sentence in a murmur. “You are loud and expressive, or have you forgotten that night that you almost tore down the room with your screams as I—” “Salvatore, shut up.” He leaned into the chair and chuckled.

I would forever have regrets about it and a shitload of student debt. "Journalism? Is that something you like doing?" He asked and I felt him start to stroke my hair. We were cuddling like a couple and it started to unnerve me but I kept my composure. "No but I don't really have a choice. The lights have to stay on." I murmured. "So you're broke." He deadpanned and I removed my head from his chest to glare at him. He was blunt but it was also very true. "Utterly fucked is a better way to put it but I'm doing okay right now. Kind of. Hey, maybe I should actually start to sell my nudes or pictures of my feet. Men live for that shit." I said nodding my head. Dominic chuckled.

I say. "I don't care if you talked to me or not. If you talk to my employee, I will answer you. I am not going to settle anymore. I am tired of giving you and your daddy money for free. I think you are clever. You think that I was going to go bankrupt because every time you sued me, I settled. The problem is you got too greedy. While Claire was there, she didn't ask for a lot of money. You see, Claire is clever. She knew I would not worry about peanuts. However, you got greedy and wanted to sue for millions. However, I have to warn you, even if you ask for less money, I will fight you in court. You see, I have a lawyer who is much better than you. I think it is time for your daddy to go back

Outraged, Dunley cursed to himself before snapping, "You little brat! I'll have you know that if I don't step in to save you today, you're doomed to die." "That's not necessarily true." Cassian ranted to himself that if Dunley hadn't shown up, he might've already taken out Pomona. Pointing at Pomona, Dunley said, "This old hag here is a renowned expert, strong enough to rule over all of South Daire. Do you think you can survive a fight with her?"