Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

Others hadn’t. Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.” Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked. “M-me?” Damon asked. “Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. And you’ve shown me that you care about this pack.” Damon slowly walked forward. He looked nervous. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” Damon said softly. “You do,” Salvatore replied. “And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.”

“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.”

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

" Yeah if the guards could resist compulsion .' said Damon smirking . " But it's not okay we are breaking rules ." said Cynthia . " you are hanging out with a slytherin who always has a certain disrespect for rules ...Rules are made to be broken love and tonight i promised you to give you the best night of your life and this means no rules ..no restrictions just freedom ." said Damon smiling .

Salvatore's presence alone sent a chill down her spine, his power suffocating. "Get away from him, Rory," James growled, keeping his hold on Rory, who was trying to recover from the blow. Rory glared up at James but made no move to fight back, his breath shallow from the impact. Salvatore stepped into the room, his boots silent against the floor as he moved with the kind of control that made everything seem inevitable. "You've made a terrible mistake, both of you," he said, his eyes flicking from Sophia to James. "You think you can stop me? The network I've built is untouchable."

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

"I spent months down there when I was sixteen and my father was teaching me how to dispose of bodies, I know every passage and every exit and which walls are solid versus which ones are just old brick that can be broken through." "Then we spend today mapping our strategy and tomorrow we hit the restaurant." I was feeling something that might have been hope or might have been insanity. "We make Salvatore so angry that coming after us personally is the only way he can restore his reputation." "And if this works, if we actually manage to kill him..." Carlo trailed off. "Then Matteo becomes Don and he's even worse than his father." Damien finished. "Which is why we can't just kill Salvatore, we

Damon asked, and I couldn’t help but sit up upright. What did they mean by I’ll be seized by the camp guards in a few minutes? I haven’t done anything wrong, so why? "Yes, apparently you guys are breaking rule number 1 in the contest rule book,” Leo said, and I got confused all over again. “What rule book? And how are we breaking rule number 1? Somebody talk to me right this minute.” I screamed once I saw they were not answering my questions. “Calm down and take a deep breath,” Damon said, and I tried to calm down, taking a very deep breath.