Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes only lingered on his face for a second before I soaked up his – well, appearance; a black pulled over sweater underneath a crisp white collar shirt paired with jeans. His profile was sharp, jaw sharp enough to cut a diamond and eyes pools of grey, piercing and dark. “May I come in?” I choked on my breath before nodding my head, wobbly knees as I stood up. “Yes, please.” As I came to stand in front of my desk, I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were even more striking up close, eyelashes dark and long, drawing delicate shadows onto his cheekbones. “Hi, I am Damon...” He looked over his shoulder before meeting my eyes. “The receptionist told me to see you submit my script.”

Their fangs glisten in my torchlight, and their eyes glow red with hunger. “Salvatore DeAngelo,” one of them sneers. “We’ve been waiting for you.” “Quinn, stay behind me,” Salvatore orders, as he moves in front of me to protect me. “Who are you? And what do you want?” I demand. “Shut up, mutt,” the vampire replies, his eyes locked on Salvatore. “What we want is to take you down.” “You will have to go through me first,” Salvatore growls, his own fangs extending as he prepares for battle.

I inquired, wanting to hear about his experiences. Damon's gaze lingered on me for an extended moment. "What?" I asked, curious about his prolonged stare. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" He inquired, his unwavering gaze fixed on mine. Damon possessed striking white hair and captivating green eyes. His imposing stature and well-defined muscles made quite an impression. My cheeks flushed as our eyes locked, and I nervously took a sip of my drink. "Yes," I replied with a smile.

Since Keatton was out of his sight. Robert saw how Damon’s physical appearance changed drastically. His eye bags were extensive, and he had visible black under the eye. Smelly. And he was wasted. Damon only gets him to sleep, and to fill his stomach is a bottle of beers. “I’ll fucking kill the person behind this name it Elise or Morgan or whoever the fuck he or she was,” he swore. “Blood and life would be the payment for what they caused me and from taking away my happiness and the love of my life,” said Damon. He tightened his fist and breathed heavily.

There was hope in her eyes and I know she doesn't want to be here alone. "You can just go to my room and stay there Sarah. No need to follow me around." I smiled at her and went on my way ignoring the eyes of the vampires as they followed my every move. I searched everywhere for Lysander, but it seems like he disappeared along with Domenic. Where the hell are they? In my search, I bumped into a young handsome man. Just like every fucking vampire in this world_ except Domenic of course_ he had glowing red eyes and skin as white as chalk. His hair matched the color of his eyes perfectly and he actually had a kind smile on his face.

He was looking at me with blazing red eyes, with his red lips trapped between his teeth. "Then this makes my work extremely even, Serena." Salvatore finally spoke, snapping his gaze away from mine to look at my bump. "What are you talking about?" I whispered, my gaze flickering between the both of them. I gasped when Salvatore appeared right beside me in the blink of an eye. He twirled a strand of red hair on his slim finger before tugging on it. He smiled when I flinched, revealing sharp white fangs at the sides.

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

He didn't even allow me to return to my condo. It's only the two of us, but it will be soon that Salvatore comes ringing the doorbells. Damon is true to his words when he says he will let this guy who ordered to kill Henry come over and dine with us. Perforation rigged into my large almond eyes as my gaze traveled down to my chest, to tiny scars above the swell of my breasts, and disappeared underneath my bra. The tip of my fingers unconsciously brushes over the small lump of a scar on my side. Mentally counting the stitches and cursing Burson’s soul to rot in hell.

All the things he was doing to me, I didn’t flinch nor break any eye contact from him. I stare dangerously into those demonic heartless dark eyes he possesses, and it did good and I felt nice to see him more furious because he suddenly lifted my damaged body up and was about to throw me to the ground as I close my eyes to say my last prayer when a thick voice, loud and was filled with power and authority stopped him and all we did was to turn and look to the direction the voice came from. From the top of the building stood Damon, my supposed mate, standing elegantly with his huge big ocean blue eyes looking down at my father dangerously.

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"