Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

El screamed in her sleep. “El, El.” her mom called going to her side. Elicia wakes up to mom, dad and Ryan in Cedars Sinai Medical Centre. “You are okay honey, it’s okay. Please don’t cry.” Her mom says wiping her tears but all she could do was nod unable to say anything. After a couple of minutes of whispering soothing words to her daughter, the doctor came in. “Dr. Rae and Mr. Rae can I talk to you for a moment?” Doctor Hale asked and they both agreed. “Dr. Martin is a friend of the family; he can also join.” Carol, Elicia’s mom said to the doctor who in turn nodded.

“It’s fine—” “No,” Damien said coldly, eyes still locked on Ryan. “It isn’t.” Something dark and possessive burned beneath every word. Ryan laughed nervously. “What is this? You suddenly playing protective boyfriend now?” Damien’s expression didn’t change. But Elena felt the shift in him instantly. “You should leave,” Damien said quietly. Ryan looked at Elena one last time. "Tell me honestly,” he whispered painfully. “Are you happy here?”

I clutched my bouquet, watching this madman march toward the altar. In four years, I had never seen him so out of control. "Elara!" Damien reached the altar, his eyes bloodshot. "Come with me. You can't marry him." Julian immediately stepped in front of me. "Volkov," his voice was cold steel. "This is a church. Not your playground." "A church?" Damien laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "She's my woman! For four years, she's been mine! Her body, her soul—it all belongs to me!"

- I'm not trying to get your hopes up, Ellen. But you made me promise after Stephen that I would always be honest about your relationships. - She sighed. - I hate to say it, but Damien doesn't deserve you. No matter how nice and pleasant he's being, remember what he really wants. It's not about the money, Ell. It's the way he sees things. If only he'd change. If he saw you for who you are, he could give you what you deserve.

Her heartbeat was fast and the pain was strong yet again with the memories of him with other girls. "I was just talking to Raven," Roman replied, "Is that so, you two know each other?" Damien replied and Raven couldn't pick any emotion in his voice. She carried on chopping her ingredients. "Yeah, we met outside at night," Roman replied. "Are you done talking to her?" Damien asked. "Not quite but we can carry this on another time," Roman replied. 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.

“Then where did they take her?” Elena whispered, “Somewhere we can’t track.” Damian’s face went terrifyingly still. “They lied,” he said softly. The voice returned one last time through the speakers. “Love has a price, Damian Vale.” The line went dead. --- ### **THE PROMISE** Damian turned slowly. His eyes were no longer just dark. They were ruthless. “They crossed a line,” he said. Elijah straightened despite the pain. “Then we erase them.” Elena cracked her knuckles. “Oh good. I was hoping for full villain mode.”

Her diamond bracelet jingled when she took Lena’s hands in both of hers. “Amara, darling! You look even lovelier than the last time. And I see your style has changed as well.” Lena forced a smile. “Likewise Ellen.” she said softly. “It’s been a while.” “Yes, far too long,” Ellen beamed, before turning toward Damon. “You’ve been keeping her all to yourself again, haven’t you?” Damon smiled thinly. “You know me.” Then he leaned closer to her ear, voice low. “Excuse us a minute, Ellen,” he said with that polite edge that masked his irritation. Then, before Lena could even blink, he guided her away by the elbow.

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

We ate in tense silence for a few minutes. "What's your endgame here?" Maya asked suddenly. "With Elara. What do you want?" Damien set down his fork. "I want to get to know her. The person she is now, not the memory of who she was." "And if you don't like who she is now?" "That's not possible." "How do you know? You barely know her." "I know she's built something incredible from nothing. I know she's strong enough to walk away from something that was killing her. I know she's kinder than I deserve." He looked at me briefly. "I know I want the chance to be worthy of her."