Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Rule

I grab his asset and fuck! I step back in fear, breaking the kiss, and in the end, Santino ends up knocking my lip. My hand feels my lips that feel raw. Some blood stains my finger where he bit me. “Fuck you!” “Are you sure? That you want to do that? ‘Cause you chickened out the moment you felt my dick. I did warn you not to test me, Samantha. I am the dragon king. I am way much bigger than your average human being.” He smirks, and fuck, he can be just as cocky as Maximo if he wanted to. I finally conclude that Santino is dangerously ruthless, and he knows I am scared of the monster in his pants.

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Samantha yelled inside, trying to solve the puzzle. "Congratulations to both of you; from now on, both of you are the heirs of Salvatore Assets." The attorney announced Liam smiled devilishly in response, but there are no expressions on Aaron's face because he was never crazy after money and power. "This is the first victory of my war." Aaron, when my brother gets ready, I’ll snatch everything from you, including your wife, Samantha." Liam yelled inside. Damon is staring at Liam in anger. "Bastard, cheater! "I won't leave you!" Damon yelled inside.

Salvatore pretended to compliment Audrey and Laurel while he could not stop sizing them up behind the golden mask. He was mesmerized. 'Beautiful… So beautiful…' 'I never Mount Hua would have such beautiful girls. Looks like I didn't make this trip in vain.' "Sect Master Darby!" As Salvatore was fascinated, Levi said embarrassedly, "I'm so sorry. These two disciples of mine are fine but they have an issue following rules. I shall dismiss them." Then, he looked at Audrey and Laurel unhappily.

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

Chapter 03: Dislike Jasmine Reign's POV I took a careful sip of my drink, listening to Chris ramble on like he always did. His eyes were wide, a mix of disbelief and admiration plastered across his face. Apparently, what I just told them sounded shocking. "So… you mean you actually saw the great and handsome Draven Green, Ryder Sanford, and Rocco Miller on the very first day of school? Oh my god, you are such a lucky bitch!" Chris practically shouted, nearly making me choke on my drink.