Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Rule

The moment he was gone, Damien's eyes scanned me carefully, and then he placed a warm hand on the small of my back. We walked in silence until we reached the marble foyer. Once outside, under the shadow of the stone arch, I turned to him. “He’s going to come back.” Damien didn’t deny it. “He’s always been that way,” he muttered. “Pushes until something breaks. It’s never about reason—it’s about domination.” “He doesn’t want just land or power,” I said. “He wants to own everything he touches. And right now, that includes us.” Damien finally looked at me. “He won’t win.”

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.”

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

“Do not play games with me. You will give me answers. Or your empire burns—from north to south. Forty-eight hours. You get her name cleared, or I destroy everything you have ever built.” A small laugh escaped him. “Forty-eight hours?” “Yes. Forty-eight hours,” I repeated. My men shifted, silent and ready. The room felt alive, like a beast waiting to pounce. Salvatore’s smirk widened. Then he said something that froze the blood in my veins. “Do you remember the Domingos?” I blinked. The name was like a bomb detonating in my mind. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “They returned,” Salvatore said smoothly. “Empowered, funded, and seeking revenge. I aligned with them.”

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."