Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

I looked at him in confusion. Damon: You know princess. You have to remember my few rules. I gulped and nodded. He came towards me leaving the burning frying pan. Damon: Just remember these three rules. Your life will be in peace. His last sentence was full of sarcasm. But still, I nodded. Damon: First: Don’t ever cry in front of me. I hate tears. Second: Don’t ever even think of hurting my loved ones and that’s my one and only brother. And lastly, Don’t ever lie. I hate lies the most.

“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.”

The coach left from there keeping himself safe and aside from this rivalry. "I think the lover boy is deeply hurted." Damien chuckled through his bruised lip. "I don't want to ask why you pulled out this cheap stunt last night with Savannah. Because Everyone is well aware about the terms of ours." " Ruin each other." Dominic stated the term loud enough with red eyes. "I am doing it gladly." "You are doing it wrong." Dominic jerked him. "I don't think so." Damien made a innocent face. Damien was completely bruised. He didn't try to save himself. He startedwas enjoying the beating of Dominic.

“It’s yours to lead Aurora, you are a rightful heir, you may be illegitimate, but right now they need someone that is blood and that’s you, or the mafia will fall, or they will all fall and they will go back to needing someone that can help them.” “I know nothing about taking care of the mafia.” “You know everything about it, you took care of those bastards in the basement, you took care of everything and you maintained under pressure, you are good and I will stand beside you while you lead, now for all we know Damien is going back to the man that brought him up, Paul Salvatore,” Dominic explained. “Who is he?” I asked and Dominic and Gabriel stared at each other. “He is bad isn’t he?”

He offered. Liam shook his head in denial, not in the mood to drink, "No thanks." He glanced at Vin, who remained behind him with no intention of moving. Liam could tell that a confrontation was going to occur tonight, it seemed very unavoidable tonight. Don Salvatore could see that Liam was not afraid of him, and he couldn't have that if he were going to take the ring from him. So in an attempt to intimidate Liam, Don Salvatore began to reveal his true identity. "Allow me to properly introduce myself, Mr. Danvers," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority. "I am an underground boss, one of the most powerful Mafia bosses."

“Now tell me, Damon, what’s your endgame here? If you are planning to take over the Montero's,you are a clown,you are not a Montero,and the fool who adopted you is still alive, he will be the one that I will have to battle.” Damon rolled his eyes. “I know I know ofcourse, that's why I get rid of him,the pervert still treats me like his little toy,and guess what I did,I made him a bottom, fucked him up and killed him right after. I wasn't made to be under anyone,I am made to rule”. “Nice one”. “Thank you now, let's get back to business shall we?” Damon's face twisted as he pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it directly at Antonio.

“I figured you’d like a woman who keeps her word.” Something flickered in his expression. “I like a woman who understands the risks of playing games she doesn’t fully grasp.” Ava leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Then explain the rules to me.” Damian studied her for a long moment. Then he set his glass down and leaned forward just enough that she could smell the faint trace of his cologne—rich, dark, intoxicating. “You want to know what I do?” His voice was smooth, but there was steel beneath it. “I make things happen. I control what needs controlling. And I make sure the people who cross me don’t get the chance to do it twice.”

“Now tell me, Damon, what’s your endgame here? If you are planning to take over the Montero's,you are a clown,you are not a Montero,and the fool who adopted you is still alive, he will be the one that I will have to battle.” Damon rolled his eyes. “I know I know ofcourse, that's why I get rid of him,the pervert still treats me like his little toy,and guess what I did,I made him a bottom, fucked him up and killed him right after. I wasn't made to be under anyone,I am made to rule”. “Nice one”. “Thank you now, let's get back to business shall we?” Damon's face twisted as he pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it directly at Antonio.

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

“Not because he’s loyal… but because he’s scared. Zogo moved faster than anyone expected. Regalado’s not the kind of man who begs… unless he’s seen something worse.” Alex leaned back slightly. “Salvatore, though? That man is cruel.” “And he won’t stay one if Zogo starts taking cities like a game of chess,” Damian said. “Salvatore built his neutrality on fear. On control. He won’t ignore a young lion carving up the South without asking permission.” Alex nodded slowly. “You want to talk to him?” Damian hesitated. Then he spoke quietly. “I have to.” He looked out the window… the distant skyline of the capital was starting to take shape now.