Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

A hint of vulnerability creeps into Eli's tone as he searches Damon's eyes for any sign of insincerity or hesitation. Damon's expression softens with tenderness as he listens to Eli's heartfelt question. He leans in closer, cupping Eli's cheek gently as he gazes intensely into those captivating hazel eyes. Eli, I want nothing more than for this to be real between us. More than just fun, more than a fleeting encounter. Damon's earnest words send a warmth blooming through Eli's chest, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. He leans instinctively into Damon's tender touch, savoring the comforting heat of his palm against his skin.

He didn’t want her regretting getting married to him, not ever. He was also sure that whoever placed that bomb there didn’t want to kill him so kept it strategically where he’d easily see it. “If this is really Debby, then she’s in big trouble.” He climbed the stairs, up to Selena’s room and swung it open. A cackle welcomed him. “Hey, Damien!” He knew that voice. Not Debby’s. But her ridiculous cousin, Chen, who was actually in love with her. “Welcome to America!” Damien said sarcastically. “You have Selena and my mother, don’t you?”

she said, her voice firm. I sat up straighter in my hospital bed, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it, Ellen?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Ellen took a deep breath before speaking. "Damon and I talked outside," she said. "And I told him that he needs to divorce you." My mouth fell open in shock, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "What? Why?" I asked, my voice shaking. Ellen sighed heavily. "Elysia, Damon has been taking advantage of you," she said. "You may not remember it, but he hurt you in the past, and he's not good for you. You deserve better than this."

Damon had obviously fed him some dream about the IPO to get him in a partying mood. “Come on, let’s go back to my place,” the girl cooed. “Yeah… let’s go. But I gotta call Elena first. She’s probably waiting up like she always does…” Damon’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Imagine his face,” he murmured against my skin, “if he knew his 'loyal wife' was right here, watching his world burn with me.”

Damien grew bolder with every round, telling her exactly how he wanted her and taking her without holding back. By evening, they were exhausted but still touching each other. Selene lay naked on the couch with her head on his chest. “I love how you fuck me,” she whispered. “So much better than I expected.” Damien ran his hand down her back. “We still have more than two weeks. I plan to use every single day.” But as they lay there, Damien’s phone buzzed on the table. It was a video call from Elena. Selene looked at the phone and smiled wickedly. “Are you going to answer it? Or should I keep your cock warm while you talk to your wife?”

Carmela’s breath hitched, but before she could respond, the door to the sitting room opened. Damion stood in the doorway, his gaze sharp as it flicked between the two women. “Elena,” he said, his tone cold. “I don’t recall inviting you.” Elena rose gracefully, her smile unfaltering. “I was just leaving.” As she brushed past him, she leaned in, her voice low but audible enough for Carmela to hear. “Think about what I said, darling.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Carmela and Damion in tense silence.

Lucas placed a tablet on his lap, code flooding down the screen like falling rain. “They fortified their comms,” Lucas muttered. “This is a fortress. They were expecting us.” Damon did not blink. “Good. Then there is no running this time.” Elena looked back at him through the reflection of the window. “When you finish this… what happens next?” Damon’s fingers flexed once, as if holding an invisible promise. “We live. We love. We give Alex the life Katrina tried to destroy.” He paused. “And I marry the only woman who has ever made me believe in forever.”

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

“What are you doing here?” What was I doing here? In my own room, in my own home, discovering my own husband betraying me? “How long?” My voice came out as a whisper. “Does it matter?” Elena said, sitting up. She made sure the sheet fell just enough to remind me of everything I lacked. “It has been long enough. Long enough for us to fall in love. Long enough for me to give him what you never could.” “Two years,” Damien said coldly. “I have been with Elena for two years. The whole pack knows. Everyone except you, apparently.”

Steel. He ran to me the second I entered, arms wrapping around me so tightly I thought he might shatter. His voice cracked with a thousand emotions. “Elena. God – Elena.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t collapse. I simply looked him in the eye and whispered, “We end this - Tonight” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien stared at me like he was seeing a different woman. Not the one he married. Not the one who fled. Someone... more dangerous. “You’re not the same,” he murmured.