Novelas y relatos de Damon Tvd

I froze, dildo still deep inside me, clit throbbing. “Fuck,” I hissed. I pulled the toy out and whimpered at the emptiness, wiped it on the sheet, shoved it under the pillow. Threw on a thin sundress, no bra, no panties, why bother when I was just going to finish after whoever it was left?. My nipples were hard points against the fabric. My thighs were slick. I ran downstairs on shaky legs. Opened the door. Damon. 6’4”, dark T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest, jeans hugging thick thighs, tool bag slung over one shoulder. Same dangerous smile. Same dark eyes that had watched me come apart on his cock two years ago.

Damon pov i know some people may think am just been evil but what can i say i derive pleasure in killing,but plus i have to feed in other to be strong and that is what draven has failed to understand. so i decided to pay a visit to a new friend the lady i left alive at the place she worked,i just sat at the bar waiting to see if she would recognize me, then she said "i know you", "do you? well thats unfortunate" i said " I don't know how but your face looks familiar from the last night i was attacked" , " are you sure lady think again" i said " i remember your the vampire that bit me!" she said with full assurance that was when i knew draven action didn't work at all.

He looked at Vince, waiting. “What?” Vince asked. “I gave you a job,” Damien said coolly. “It’s been three months.” Vince sighed. “Damien, I don’t think your mystery woman is real. No match so far. She could be married, living on some island—” “She’s real,” Damien cut in. “Even if she’s married, I need closure. Watching her video, imagining her next to me….it’s unhealthy.” “You have a video?” Vince’s eyes widened.

Was the reason Valhalla? Damon sat in his personal lounge in his apartment, a tumbler of whisky sloppily in hand. The TV ran headlines in the background, flickering between news announcers, paparazzi video, and old pictures of him and Lillian at charitable events. He stared at the screen hardly at all. One arm hung over the edge as he stretched out, the smooth leather chair under his form bending to fit him. His face revealed nothing, no humour, no annoyance. simply quiet.

Tavia said. Sometimes i don't understand her. This minute she will be angry with him, next minute she will say she is talking to Cayden. ..........END OF FLASHBACK........ Knock! Knock! Knock! A knock on the door brought me out of my reverie. "Come in." I said. I saw Damien walk through the door into my house. Well he has been visiting me to make sure i don't commit suicide after Tavia told Cayden she would kill herself. "Hi." He said awkwardly.

I opened my eyes. Damon stood there. He was barefoot, wearing only low sweatpants, hair still messy from sleep or from whatever he had been doing with Sophia. His hand was still on the doorframe. His eyes were locked on where Tyler’s cock disappeared inside me. The look on his face was pure, ugly hatred mixed with something darker and more possessive. He didn’t leave. He just stood there and watched. My rhythm faltered for half a second. Tyler felt it and opened his eyes. “What’s wrong—”

Damon I sat in the spare bedroom and watched the video monitors as Finley sat slumped against her bedroom wall and cried. It hurt to look at her feeling so sad and I knew instinctively that it had something to do with this Sebastian person. “Woods,” I answered my phone. “Sorry to burst your bubble, there’s no Sebastian in Finley’s life,” Jared said. “Hmm,” I said as I thought about that. “Have you gathered any new information?” he asked me.

“When I’m done, I'll tell you.” “Whatever. Don't just get caught up in his family inheritance war. I dont want my friend dead. His mother scares the living day light out of me. His sons are hot though.” I paused again as she looked up. “What? You haven't seen them?” “Only pictures. I was not really curious.” “They are insanely hot. All three of them. The first one, Damon, is a real estate owner. He has five of them, he is about twenty-eight years old. Got divorced last year, zero kids and he hot, holy fuck!”

Damien looks almost offended, but the lightness in his eyes is enough to tell me he loves messing with the elderly woman. “Goodbye, toad grandson…and get married already!” She said, and the elevator doors closed before Damien could get a retort in. The heavy silence that rushes into the penthouse the moment she’s out is almost crushing. I watched as Damien let go of me, rendering me to the sudden cold yet again as he walked over to the place where a television was supposed to be. Then, he presses a button to the side, and I watch, mostly amazed, and angry as a feather-thin looking television descends from the ceiling, and hangs on the wall.

“A lot more than you think.” “Because she's your friend?” “She's more than a friend to me.” “Your girlfriend?” Damian chuckled. “How do you know these things?” “Cartoons!” “That’s what cartoons teach you nowadays.” Damian rolled his eyes. “Avery likes Damian, and Damian likes Avery, Illy didn't stop smiling until she finally slept. Damian covered them with a blanket and gently kissed her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “Do you still remember how your father abused you?” the doctor asked.