Novelas y relatos de Damon Tvd

Except now his territory overlapped mine because of one woman. Sarge burst in behind him, breathing hard. “VP, apologies, we couldn’t...” I raised a hand. Sarge froze. “It’s fine.” My voice stayed ice. “He’s an old friend.” Damon’s jaw tightened. Once. Barely visible. But I saw it. I smiled. Cold. Thin. “Aren’t you, Don Sterling?” The air crackled. Two predators in one cage. Damon stepped inside. The door rolled shut behind him with a final clang. Sarge disappeared again without being told.

“Damn, what a spoilsport he is. So devilishly attractive yet he doesn't like women.” “What if he swings both ways, shouldn't we at least attempt to talk to him?” Damon disappears into the shadows the moment he overhears this particular word, the moon guides his direction, and soon he arrives at his underground mansion. He drops Tobias on the ground, takes a quick glance, and with a subtle gesture, yanks a gate open, revealing a labyrinthine grid of dimly lit corridors and secret chambers. He climbs the stairs with the vampire on his shoulder and flings him down when he's almost reached the ground.

I suggested. “She might not be with her phone now, they are probably having dinner with that man.” She explained. I furrowed my brows, “what man?.” She bit her lips in thought, probably trying to remember his name. She clicked her fingers as she remembered, “Ah, I almost forgot his name... Mr Damien.” My eyes widened. “Da..Da...Damien?.” I stuttered. She nodded, “He came back with Theodore from LA, he is his Mentor and also like a father to him, it was obvious they have a close relationship.” She informed.

Jim gasped dramatically. “See, Mom, so you have two victims.” I rolled my eyes despite the laughter threatening to escape. “You are both being completely ridiculous right now. Vegetables are good for your health.” “What is your favorite sport?” Damon leaned back comfortably inside his chair. “I like football, although I was never very happy whenever my team lost important matches.” “That happens to me too!” Damon laughed. For nearly an hour, Jim continued firing endless questions without showing any signs of stopping, and to my complete surprise, Damon answered every single one with patience that I had never seen from him before.

He deserves worse. I don't know if I believe it. I don't know if it matters. I clutch the bottle of vodka in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other. Same ritual as the night Tristan killed Kendrick. Sit, drink, pretend the world isn't on fire. Damon doesn't look up when I approach. He's in tactical gear, black cargo pants and a fitted shirt that shows off his lean frame. Blonde hair catches the sunlight, almost white. Green eyes stare at the horizon like he's calculating escape routes.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

“But it also doesn’t mean he’ll attack outright.” Caleb leaned back. “You sound confident.” “I’m observant,” I corrected. “If Ravencrest wanted war right now, we wouldn’t be talking. We’d already be bleeding.” Silence followed. Damon studied me with an intensity that made my pulse jump. It wasn't suspicion, but it was something closer to reassessment. “You’re right,” he said finally. “Which means whatever he wants, it’s long term.” “And complicated,” I added. “And personal,” Caleb muttered.

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

“Sir, I would like to postpone the meeting to tomorrow, I have to prepare my luggage. I want to, I'm back on a business trip.” Damon petitioned to make his voice sound more innocent. “Spare the excuse, boy! May I not wait a minute before you come? I'm waiting”. Mister Floyd concluded from his end. “So be it, dad” Damon replied angrily and ended the call. He turned his wrist and took a glance at his golden wristwatch that was tailored to fit his wrist. Then it revealed that he was a bit hairy and his veins visible. Maybe because of the way we held the car steering, but his veins were shown as they were wired.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.