Damon Tvd Novels & Stories

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

Oh, the things he could do to him. “I am with you in that.” Davien finally agrees with him. Suddenly feeling thirsty for murder and torture, Damon could no longer watch the video. “I’m going to need a stronger drink,” he says. “Tell me if you find anything else that can be of use, or else I am going to shut that thing up from space. I am not kidding, Davien.” He didn’t wait for his brother’s response and stormed out of his office and back to his own. However, what he didn’t expect to see when he stepped inside his offices was the naked woman leaning against his desk. She was holding his bottle of whiskey and the glass he uses earlier before he left.

You’ll find it in the envelope. Your loving hubby, Dami. Davina’s voice erupted, sharp and furious. “I am not your wife, you bastard! What game are you playing? I will destroy you! If the day ever comes when I have to be your wife, I’ll kill myself before it happens!” Damon’s chuckle slid through the silence, smug and unbothered.

I mean he wasn't wrong; a bit of normalcy might be the best medicine. A few minutes passed while the order was placed. Damon disappeared into his room to change out of his suit. I retreated to the lounge with Valeria, opening the TV and putting on her favourite show: Totally Spies. When Damon returned, he was dressed in a casual black sweater and dark trousers, looking far more relaxed but carrying a thick, manila file in his arms. The sight of it made my stomach churn. He sat down across from us, his gaze darting to the TV before it met mine, dark and searching. The first question out of his mouth made my heart drop into the soles of my feet.

"Go handle your thing. We can talk later." Damon grabbed the door handle. Then, as if to make up for something, he turned back and made me a promise. "The ceremony is still on. I'll be back that day." I watched his hurried back and said nothing. Countdown: twelve hours. I got an anonymous video. Vivian in a white dress. Damon in a suit. People all around them, toasting and laughing. My quiet, empty room couldn't have been more different. So he really never loved me.

I had devoted hundreds of hours into designing programs meant to help the people of our pack—things that Vladimir simply hadn’t cared about. Caius’s eyes glazed over, his head tilted slightly like he was listening to something no one else could hear. He came back to himself a breath later, his jaw set in stone. “Damon, turn on the TV.” Damon muttered like it was a personal offense but grabbed the remote on the table beside him. He hit a button and a soft whirr filled the room as a sleek flat screen slid from a hidden panel in the wall. I snickered. “Wow. Caveman has a fancy cave.”

“Not yet. He wants to see if I’ll break you.” Damien’s arms tightened around her. “Then he’ll be disappointed,” he said coldly. ⸻ That night, Vanessa St. Claire watched the estate from the guest wing, phone pressed to her ear. “She’s stronger than we thought,” she murmured. Dante’s voice came smooth through the line. “Strength cracks under pressure.” “And Damien?” “He’s already compromised,” Dante replied. “Love does that.” Vanessa smiled faintly. “Then press harder.” ⸻

Out of anger, she asked Bernie to speed up their plan. After that, the York family wouldn't let her go. Damon then brought in evidence of Taverdale’s second in command being involved in money laundering. Not only did he save her from the detention center, he even helped Bernie in getting probation. Damon did so many things for her again. Every single act was crucial in helping her! Even so, he didn't bring any of his actions up when the two were having such a tense relationship. He even kept quiet when she mocked the Bishop family for only caring about benefits.

Messages going back months. The words hung in the air. I read them again, slower. “Before we humiliate Reyna.” My throat closed up. I scrolled up, fingers trembling so bad I almost dropped the phone. Damon replies with a video of him stroking his cock, thick and hard, saying, “This is yours tonight. Hers is just the warm-up.”

Damien’s POV I blinked once, slow, measured, and leaned back in my chair. “Excuse me,” I said smoothly, “but you are…?” Mr Peterson cleared his throat, a little flustered. “Ah…my daughter, Vivienne. Vivienne, this is… Damien Voss. You should say hi.” She stepped forward, tilting her head, eyes narrowing like a cat sizing me up. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she purred, voice smooth and dripping with flirtation. “I didn’t expect you to look… real.”