Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Quotes Funny

he managed to utter while I watched him with a crossed face fighting off the smile that threatened to break out. Damon's laughter was the sweetest thing I have ever heard, and the way his eyes curved up was just so beautiful to watch. "Of course the Mafia is real, let's not talk about Rafe anymore, you should sleep now”

Dad is asleep next to a barrel, and Marc is sitting on the floor, staring into space. -What the hell is going on here? I shout so loudly that I wake Dad up. -My love came to save me from the bad guys,” Damon yells, throwing his arms around my shoulders and managing to unbalance me. -You’re the bad guy, my uncle mutters. -Oh, yes, that’s me, Damon mumbles, smiling. -I can’t believe you’ve teamed up with them, I say, annoyed. -What do you mean? We’re not a bad company, Dad manages to stammer.

"I’d rather not explain to the rest how my second-in-command couldn’t handle a little scratch." He let out a short laugh, but I saw the way his jaw tensed as he tried to keep himself steady. "If I pass out, it’s just to avoid hearing more of your terrible jokes." "Wouldn’t blame you," I said dryly. "Even I can’t stand myself sometimes." Damon groaned. "You know, if I die in this car, I’ll come back just to haunt you." I shot him a side glance. "If you die in this car, I’ll kill you myself."

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.

"You know, I don't know why I didn't join to beat him up. He deserved it," We laugh, recalling these stupid memories. "Damon was a bit weird though," I think back of the mysterious man. "Something was off. He just seemed out of this place. Out of this world, even." Juliet chuckles, "Because he's too damn attractive?" "Haha, very funny. He's just different,"

Vittorio’s POV At The Top Floor Of A Luxurious Hotel “Just smile and shake hands,” Salvatore whispered at my side. “That’s all you gotta do. Show face. Say a few pretty words. These bastards eat it up.” I didn’t answer. “Try not to look like you’d rather shoot someone.” Salvatore whispered behind his fake-ass grin as another senator’s daughter floated over in sequins and desperation. “I’d rather shoot myself,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey I wasn’t enjoying.

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.”

I say. "I know it. I know you. You don't want my money. You don't even want me. It is a shame. I kind of like you. Who knows, maybe later you will give me a chance to prove to you that I am not an asshole. Let's go and get that burger and coffee. I need to sober up and prepare for the attack of the terrible three. I don't know if Mike is a part of it, but if he is, they are the terrible four," Damon laughs.

“Sorry sir, but please can you come again?” “I don't understand what you are saying.” Damon scoffed as his face contorted into disgust, and he swirled the drink that was in his cup, it was whiskey. “Is playing dumb one of your callings too?” He asked, flicking his hair to the side as it fell just right above his eyes. “Because if that's what you are doing, I'd like to announce to you in advance that you might end up being sorry.”

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.