Novel & Cerita Damon Vampire Diaries Quotes

"This is the first and last time you dare to raise your hand at me, Zia because next time….." "Next time what?" She shut him. The corner of her eyes pricked with tears. "You will kill me or what, Damien Karlson?" She challenged him. Her words brought a treacherously wicked smirk on his face. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered huskily. "I might be a fucking creep and a psycho but I am not that stupid to harm or end my life, mi vida," Her heart shrugged, hearing him. She tilted her head and found his eyes already on her. They both were breathing into each other's ear. Damien's gaze shifted from her watery eyes to her lips which made him to lick his lower.

Catalina’s POV "Of course, you can put your faith in me, but in these modern times, it's best not to put your faith in anyone because everyone is a betrayer." Damon said. I nodded my head and followed him outside; when I saw those girls again, my heart went out to them, and Damon was aware of how I felt about them in that regard. "I know that you want to save others, but don't be a hero when you can't even save yourself. They are my slaves, and they work for me."

"Go on… I'd rather die than be your slave and live all my life repenting to be a monster!" I was bluffing. I just said those words for him to know that I'm strong and can't be under anyone. My shaking voice was suppressed by my full, courageous tone, which triggered the vampire princes to hurt me for the second time. Brixton no longer gripped my neck, but this time he had the spear pointed at me, exactly at the crucial part of my neck that would bring death to me if I got hit.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

“I heard everything.” Victoria fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “I love you so much. I was afraid you would leave me. Please do not send me away.” Damon looked down at her for a long time. “You hurt my child,” he said. “You framed the woman I love. For the sake of the child, I will give you money. Leave the child here. Then leave the Bloodmoon Pack. Never show your face in front of me again.” His words cut through Victoria’s last hope like a knife. She sat slumped on the floor, watching him turn and walk away.

He watched my fingers on his skin. "A vampire," he said. "In 1850. He tried to stake me." I moved my hand to the burn mark on his side. "And this?" "A witch. She threw a fireball at me during the Great War." I traced a long, thin line on his forearm. "And this?" "My father," Damon said. His voice was devoid of emotion. "He wanted to teach me a lesson about hesitation." I stopped. My hand rested on his chest, right over his beating heart.

Olivia I sobbed in Damien's arms for a while. Then I stood up and threw the remains of the amulet as far as I could into the forest. And then I screamed at the sky until my voice broke. And when I was so wrung out that all I could do was sit by the creek and stare at the water, Damien came and crouched on his heels next to me. He did not speak, at first. He just watched me, and waited. "I don't want to be a vampire," I told him.

“Strike your foe with no mercy! Make sure that you finish the opponent in front of you, the moment you get an upper hand. I don’t want any pity or compassion here. I don’t give a fuck if they’re your comrades. Finish them off!” Damien screamed, over the loud grunts, sheathing and clanging noise of metal. The whole training ground was filled with blood, sweat, and guts that spewed out from the respective vampires, lying lifeless on the floor.

He smiled and cupped my face. "Damon," I murmured. "It's okay, rest," he kisses my forehead. "Stay with me please," I started crying. Why the hell am I so emotional? Damon hugged me, "I'm right here I'm not going anywhere." "I'm a monster," I sobbed against his chest. "No, no you are not a monster. You are beautiful," he said kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much." I look at him in disbelief, "How can you love someone as dangerous as me?"

"Ffffuck baby, you made Daddy cum so hard... that was amazing baby you’re truly something special aren’t you?” blushes deeply at Damon's praise, feeling cherished and desired. "Thank you, Daddy... No one's ever made me feel this way before. Like I'm truly wanted and appreciated." He smiles warmly, holding Damon's intense gaze through the camera. "I think we've got something really special here”