Novel & Cerita Donovan Vampire Diaries

Donovan pressed his mouth to her womb, kissing it reverently, as if offering tribute. She didn’t realize she’d started begging until she heard herself: “Please—God. Fill me up—again—” Devin was the first to plunge inside, thick and hard, his shaft hitting the spot that made her vision blur. Damon came in at her mouth, letting her suck him as she writhed beneath them. Donovan waited, stroking his cock, until Devin had started to knot—and then he shoved in behind, splitting her impossibly, making her scream into Damon’s lap.

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

he deadpanned. Donovan and our father always seemed to be at odds with one another, but at the end of the day, we all still cared about the old man, no matter how rough it got. Donavan grinned, his drunken charm evident even in the most serious of situations. Crystal blue eyes were the gifts of the Sullivan gene. But unlike me, Donovan's hair was Auburn in colour, just like our mother's while mine was black as night. “Good to know. We still need him around to keep you in line.” he turned to me.

He didn’t want the bond. That shit ended today. He turned back to walk to the middle of the atrium, to the librarian’s desk and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Miss Donovan was a vampire who had been the librarian here probably since the old building had been built. She knew everything about everything and would know that one of the books on his list had nothing to do with any of his subjects. “I need these books and others on those subjects,” he told her. Miss Donovan didn’t cower. She was probably one of the few people who didn’t reek of fear when he spoke to them. She took the paper from him without a word and started typing something on her computer.

“Damon Vyon?” I nodded, “Yes. Do you know him? I mean everyone in New York would know him.” “I only got to know about him a couple of weeks ago,” Luca said, a sudden look of reverence falling on his face. “I heard he’s not just a bad guy, but a feared powerful one.” He snapped his fingers then as if snatching the thoughts away from his head. “Anyway, Don Vyon bought you off some slave market?”

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.

That saviour that makes you feel special even though just a moment ago, you were feeling like the worst piece of crap. That is how I am feeling right now as Donovan joins our small gathering, his dominating aura strong and foreboding. Yet, I am not afraid. Rather, I feel safe and protected under his power and authority. "You know, I never thought you'd be one to stoop so low just to get under the skirts of a better." Lori has a wicked smile on her face as she eyes Donovan terribly. "You and I know you don't give a fuck about her. You only want to lay this good for nothing witch."

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

Nicolas said calmly. "Send a message to the coven leader, if we can't get there in time to save them, they should save themselves" Connor said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Nicolas tapped the glass barrier and the driver pulled over. "Connor?" He relaxed in his seat and faced his cousin. "Why are we stopping?" "You want to tell me what's up? Your head isn't in the game" Nicolas Donnacha, the second most dangerous vampire was the only one on the continent that could address the vampire king informally.

MALCOLM — POV I had always prided myself on my restraint and control. It was something I had honed over the years—carefully cultivated through brutal discipline and relentless precision. I had immense experience when it came to handling people, especially women. I knew how to make them feel wanted, understood, even cherished, all while keeping my heart locked behind iron bars. But when it came to her… all those years of experience went flying out the window.