Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

“You’ve watched too many k dramas. I’m not ruining my jacket for this.” My frustration snapped. The old man’s words kept ringing in my head. “At least use the jacket as an umbrella!” “For what, so I can catch a cold myself?” His tone was pure disdain. “I’m Damian Salvatore. You can’t let an important person like me fall sick.” “Damian,” I yelled. With a sigh that sounded like I’d just asked him to donate a kidney, he slipped off his jacket and shoved it into my hands. “Fine. But if I catch a cold, it’s on you.”

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤 “I need you to pay close attention, Damien,” Salvatore’s voice said sternly. “You can’t keep acting nonchalantly when we’ve got serious issues.” I said nothing. Honestly, there wasn’t much I could say. I reached for my half-empty glass and gulped down the whiskey left. The aftertaste lingered in my mouth while my brother kept talking nonstop. “You’re not even listening to me.”

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Romario said in a thick and rich Italian accent. Allison nodded her head which earned her a slap to her cheek. “Rule two, use your words when talking to the Master or you will earn yourself a punishment” Romario said harshly as he drove on like nothing happened. “Yes master” Allison whispered weakly as she felt tears dropping down her chin. She wished she could stop the tears but she didn't have the willpower to do that. The drive was tense, thankfully a call helped to ease the tension. “Hello, yes I need the room ready, I got a new pet to play with” Romario said with a smirk as he ended the call.

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

Completely. Damon felt it. And made the choice. Not as a CEO. Not as a son. Not as a man chasing control. But as someone who finally understood what mattered. He looked at Hale. Then He dropped the drive. Let it hit the concrete. The sound echoed. Sharp. Final. And before Hale could react Damon crushed it under his heel. Hard. Once. Twice. Again. Metal cracked. Split. Destroyed. Silence slammed into the space. Hale stared.

At one point Nicholas told a story about Tony and an Italian-language security system that had Emily nearly choking on her tea, and I realized I was hearing it for the second time, and that I had laughed at it the first time too, in a different room and as a different person—a version of me who had been so frightened of this world that I had braced through every meal. I caught Vito watching me across the room. He raised his eyebrows once. All right? I nodded. All right. Salvatore came on Sundays. His cane preceded him down the hall the way it had always done, but the rhythm had shifted—less the magisterial approach of a man arriving to issue judgment, more the steadier pace of a man arriving

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “