Damon Salvatore Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

he asked, his voice calm but serious. The man burst out laughing. It wasn’t just a chuckle, but a deep, amused laugh that echoed around the room. He even clapped his hands as he laughed, clearly entertained. “No wonder they call you Damien Wolfe,” Silvano said, still grinning. “How come you’re so damn smart?” Damien’s expression didn’t change. He simply waited as he knew men like Silvano never wanted just money. No amount of it could ever be enough for someone like him.

“‌P⁠atience‌ is a virtue.” ⁠Damon groane‍d. “Oh God, you know I hate it when you say s‍hit like that.” I lifted a brow. “Shit like what?⁠” He glanced at me. “Shit l⁠ike patience is a virtue, y⁠ou sound like a fucking sixty y‍ear old.” ‌I snort‌ed. “Th‌e⁠y‌’re idioms, Damon.” “I d⁠on‌’‌t give a fuck what they ar‍e. They’‌re‌ stupid⁠.”

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.”

“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.”

"You're twenty-nine. You're a baby." "I'm almost thirty. That's not a baby." "To me it is. I'm forty-seven. I remember when you were nineteen." Dante smiled. "You had this terrible haircut and you wore these ridiculous vintage band shirts." "I still wear those shirts." "I know. It's one of your best qualities."

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.

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.