Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

he stated, his hands resting on the map table, ready to snap the neck of anyone who wasted his time. I walked closer, stopping just outside his immediate personal space, a boundary I knew better than to cross. “Damon Salvatore took her to force her signature on the Ventura Group collateral. She gave it to him,” I began, knowing he knew this, but needing to establish the reality. “He believes he has won the financial war. He believes he has broken her will by forcing her to choose her sons’ safety over the family’s economic stability. My sons see only the asset loss.”

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

“That officer has been nothing but a fucking pain in the ass!” “And now you recruit his son as your right-hand man?!” Salvatore thundered, more confident now. “What are you thinking? He’s the son of an enemy, Damon. This is very much against the rules, we can’t accept this!” Luca stepped further backward then, almost crashing into me, and I pulled him against me. “Listen,” I whispered harshly in his ear. “You better learn to stand your ground if you want to survive here. You hear me?”

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers. His name is Damon Salvador. Apart from that he is the son of the King of the vampires, Damon is the most arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered vampire I have ever known. Degrading, humiliating, and ruining someone's life is his best fortë since he could not kill someone's life as well. Our team hates him to the deepest part of our souls. Those vampires who are not well aware of his attitude being the worst will basically end up giving up their own lives. But the four of us are already accustomed to his treat and tricks. His team was also assigned to New York.

A few murmurs rippled through the crowd at my confidence, but I ignored them. Alpha Gregory Thorne, Damon's father, stepped forward, raising his hand for silence. "This is a formal challenge," he announced. "The rules are simple. The fight continues until one opponent submits or is incapacitated." He glanced at both of us. "Are you ready?" I nodded once. Soren cracked his knuckles. "Ready." From where Damon stood, I could see his gaze darken, but he said nothing. He had to let this play out. Alpha Gregory Thorne dropped his hand. "Begin."

Damien's P.O.V: I had five rules I abided by to rule my world. Rule Number One— you don't go to the enemy, you let the enemy come to you. That was exactly my plan with Don Pablo. I'd let the old man fall into the trap he had set for me and I knew just how. My Intel had confirmed Don Pablo's arrival in Italy just as Skylo had said. I'm certain he was expecting me to make a move, but, I was no fool.

“You seem to like this a lot more than you admit. Step… DADDY.” The second the word leaves my tongue, a hot, electric shockwave hits my own cunt, dampening my panties and melting my bones. That’s the breaking point. With a violent jerk, Christian slaps my hand away. He rips off his jacket, shoving it roughly onto my chest to block out the view of my choking-out boobs, then he leans in, his breath hot and dangerous right against my lips. “Rule number one, Ivy,” he growls, his voice vibrating with a dark, trembling fury that makes me freeze and want more.