Damon Vampire Diaries Quotes Novels & Stories

she asked staring keenly at him . " Quinn your lips are my addiction , they are always calling into me and seriously there is no way i can kiss you without ending in smooches and i don't want your mom to find out. " He explained and Quinn sighed . " So you still love me " she asked gently maybe afraid she might get a devastating answer . " There's nothing that would make me stop loving you except death " he said holding her chin . " I am sorry about getting you hurt and sad . I hate to see you in tears , it breaks me into pieces so please try not to cry anymore " Damon said and kissed her forehead .

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“Say something else, just don’t involve me being younger.” “Oh, I can say many things, but I won't.” I smiled faintly. “Because I just don’t like speaking to someone I’m much younger than.” “Fuck!” He barked. “One day I’ll snap and break your head off your neck.” I raised a brow. “You do realize I’m stronger than you? I could break every bone in your body before you even land a blow.” Suddenly, Damon slammed his hands on the desk. “Since we are done talking, I think the both of you should leave.”

I felt embarrassed as I opened my eye which much effort. "I think you squirt a whole lots. See." WTF I squirted from just that, looking at our lower half as a smile grace their faces. "Your blood is so intoxicating and we've been dying to feed of you so long." They apologized parting my moist face and cooing me to even my breathing. "I love you Damon, I love you Damian. Always have, always will." The darkness coming back again which I gladly welcomed at ease but I heard their reply which made me grin.

~DAMON~ My smile radiates the whole library, but does not reflect on my heart. It’s a reflex action, something I find myself doing often even though it's the last thing I want to do. Smiling, throwing jokes, these have been a coping mechanism that's etched within my soul, an addiction I can't free myself from because it never feels like an addiction. “Damon!” Elvis in third year slaps my back mindlessly, drawing me closer to him. “Our dear vampire prince, will you grace us with your presence for this night's party?”

He has curly brown hair, pointy nose, full pink lips, a chiseled jaw and he works out, I can see his muscles through his attire. They all have a sad sad expression on their faces now and I feel bad for them. “I’m so sorry.” I say to them because I genuinely am. I know my mom and I have problems but I don’t think I ever want to lose her. I don’t think I can bare the thought, as annoying as she is. I don’t think. “Uh…May I ask what happened to her? How did she die?” “She was killed by those rogue vampires.” Damon says angrily.

Idiot! "I don't fall in love," I make it clear, even if it's not entirely true. Damon Salvatore* got into my little heart from the first moment I saw him. "It's a waste of time and my time is very valuable. I save human lives, I can't sigh around the corners like a rube. You have to know how to love me and believe me, the man who can even try it hasn't been born yet." "Whoa!" Now he does show his perfect teeth as he exclaims somewhat amazed, though the gesture is left with a twisted expression and a touch... sinister. "A tough girl. I like it."

" Woah! someone's grumpy , maybe because of the hangover , that I TOLD YOU TO AVOID!" " Shut the blinds please, my eyes are burning, I feel my iris hurting. Is that how Damon feels when he goes under the sun without his ring? Everything is so loud right now. Put me out of my misery Claire. I hate to say you have two options-" I cutoff his nonsense babbling. "- Stop it drama queen, you are not turning into a vampire " I roll my eyes and say. "- You can either drive a stake through my heart or give me your blood. OH MY GOD!! , I can feel my fangs , its too late , run Claire ,RUN!" .

“I gave him just enough rope to hang himself.” “Next time, I’m tearing his head off.” “Next time, I’ll beat you to it,” I murmured. He let out a low, reluctant laugh. “God, I love you.” “I know,” I said, smirking. “Now keep that temper leashed, Alpha. The vamps are watching.” Damon stepped closer, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “You sure you don’t want me to at least rough him up a little? Knock that smug look off his face?”

"From now on, he’s mine. As long as I treat him well, that’s all that matters. The precious one you threw away... I, Damon Greyson, have claimed him." As Damon’s words echoed in Dean’s mind, a wave of indescribable emotion surged within him. Despite his stubborn exterior, he couldn’t help but challenge, "Aren’t you afraid my parents' spirits will come back to haunt you?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his response immediate and unwavering. "Let them come. If I’m afraid of ghosts, what kind of man would I be to protect you?" His eyes gleamed with both determination and confidence. Those words struck Dean deeply, and his eyes grew moist, tears slipping down his face without warning. "You’re really s