Damon Salvatore Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

Even your father can't wait for a second for someone, patient less fellow. "Mommy, don't say anything against my daddy. He is Superman." "He doesn't make me wait like you, wherever he is. He comes to pick me up in a minute." Damon makes fun while making his mother jealous. "Do one thing, my dear; I go back home and you call your father and inform him to pick you up." She pouted her lips "You're kidding me." He yelled out "I’m not joking, Mr. Damon Salvatore." Lyra started making fun of her son while taking the U-turn.

Julian said firmly. “She better not.” Julian looked at him strangely. “You know, for a fake husband, you sound very murderous.” Damon ignored him. “I’m serious, Julian.” “I know.” “Then quit joking around, man.” Julian sighed and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. Fine. No jokes.”

I asked, raising an eyebrow. Damien smirked. “You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Boris recite The Little Engine That Could. Truly heartwarming.” Boris growled, his scowl deepening. “Keep it up, Damien. Let’s see how funny you are when you’re eating soup through a straw.” “You see?” Damien grinned, turning to me. “He threatens violence, but deep down, he’s a teddy bear.” “Deep, deep down,” Maxim added, earning another round of laughter.

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."

A familiar silky baritone seethed. “I really didn't mean…” The words died in my throat when I met those steel-grey eyes. “Damian?” His eyes dropped to the mess I made of his shirt. Irritation crossed his face. “Mr Salvatore. We're not friends,” he corrected stiffly. “Noted,” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Just how clumsy can you be?” He hissed. “What are you even doing here?” “I'm so sorry about that,” I apologised, attempting to wipe it once again.

“Well believe it or not, his supper unbearable, when it comes to work or sticking to rules or..” “..when his right about something and tries to rub it on your face?” Damien finishes off my sentence for me. “Yeap, that Lucian for you. Always serving as the god of Ego, fucking egotics.” That had me bursting up laughing my head off. I was laughing so hard that Diamen couldn't help but join me. We laughed for what felt like a minute before catching my breath. Damien's laughter reduces to a chuckle as he tries to calm himself .

It felt like… something safe. “I still don’t understand how you can eat toast without butter,” I said suddenly, turning my head to look at him. He raised one eyebrow slowly and turned his face toward me. “It’s not that strange.” “It is strange,” I said with a small laugh. “Toast without butter is just… sad bread.” Salvatore gave a short laugh. It was rare to hear him laugh like that,soft, relaxed. “Sad bread? You’re dramatic.” I smiled and shrugged. “Okay, but explain. Why do you hate butter?”

Savannah hissed venomously at him. "And what do you know about me?" Damien asked with a smirk. He grazed her knuckles softly. "You are a pathetic person. You always blame and prove others wrong but you haven't the guts to accept your mistakes. You never accept that you are a pathetic person more than anyone else." Savannah said with narrowed eyes. She was fuming in anger. Damien didn't like the words she used. Moreover, she was considering him wrong and Dominic right. Damien wasn't liking it a bit. He breathed heavily.

He smiled. Damian widened his eyes, surprised by Peter’s sudden confession. "I like you, Damian. You're cute, funny, and very weird sometimes," He laughed. "And I realized that I have the brightest smile when I'm with you. I like you so much." He finished before approaching his hands to his lips and kissing them gently. "Peter," Damian had tears in his eyes. "I like you too," 🎶 "I'm supposed to be a rapper, not a dancer." Lucas groaned.

Idiot! "I don't fall in love," I make it clear, even if it's not entirely true. Damon Salvatore* got into my little heart from the first moment I saw him. "It's a waste of time and my time is very valuable. I save human lives, I can't sigh around the corners like a rube. You have to know how to love me and believe me, the man who can even try it hasn't been born yet." "Whoa!" Now he does show his perfect teeth as he exclaims somewhat amazed, though the gesture is left with a twisted expression and a touch... sinister. "A tough girl. I like it."