Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

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."

Damon stiffened instantly, his jaw clenching as he peeled Elise’s arms off him. “Elise, stop,” he said firmly, pushing her back a step. But Elise only tilted her head, her gaze sliding toward Sienna with deliberate cruelty. “And who is this?” Sienna’s throat went dry. “And who exactly are you?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm. Damon stepped toward her, desperate to answer. “She’s just a—” “I’m his fiancée,” Elise cut in sharply, her voice triumphant.

Samson clicked his tongue but said nothing. “Let me just keep my fingers crossed that you will eventually join our lab,” Damian said. Elena sighted a black car that was parked by the roadside. It's obvious to her that someone was watching. She handed a glance toward Samson, and he subtly gave a nod. “I will be returning your jacket next time we see,” Elena said lightly. Damian opened the car door for her. “Elena, I really mean it. We would make a great team,” he stated.

Damon reached out and placed his hand on hers before saying quickly, "You need not be concerned; no one’s backing out and you will be returning home. There is something else that we would like to talk about with you." As soon as she heard him, she took a deep breath to help her relax. She became anxious over thinking something that no one else had considered. She nodded, "I'm okay. Please tell me what it is." "You see the young lady seated next to Peter; her name is Angelina. She is his mate, "Elevena was informed by Damon. She did not understand why they were discussing their partners. Who or what it is that they choose to mate with. As Damon began once more, "It means, she's his fiance!" h

Damonq remembered that particular day of course. He had taken her on a surprise mini trip. They had been floating on the clouds, confessing their love for each other when Elina had suddenly slumped into his arms after calling the name, Storm. Damonq quelled the need to take out the picture of the Storm, and fly around the world if necessary to find the girl so that they could be done with this once and for all. “You have a clear picture of her now?” Tensel inquired, unfolding his arms across his chest, and then clasping his two hands as a combined fist, his entire attention on Elina.

Oscar's eyes grew intent, staring at Damian and curious to know who he was and why he affected Elena. 'Damian.' Sheena said with a tinge of surprise and fear. 'What are you doing here?' 'It's a mall. Men shop too.' Damian replied with a chuckle and both Jake and Oscar smiled with knowing understanding. 'What are you girls doing here?' Damian asked his eyes on Elena. Sheena was going to answer but her lips were left agape as the words cut into her throat when Elena responded. 'I and my boyfriend came to get something and we bumped into Jake first and then Sheena.' Elena quickly interjected as she pulled Oscar closer to herself pretending to have a relationship with him and smiling broadly at

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

“We should… we should probably get back. Katarina might be worried." Alpha Damon closes the gap between them, his intense amber eyes lingering on her swollen lips before locking onto hers. “I can guarantee you she isn't anticipating our return so soon.” “But Isabella–” he lifts a finger and presses it against Lana’s lips to cut off her words. Damon leans in, his voice low and a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Even if Isabella somehow finds out what a ravenous bastard means, I can assure she will keep it a secret.” Lana blushes at his words, a playful gleam appears in her golden-brown eyes.

He greeted us with polite indifference, but his sharp eyes flickered between Evan and me with a quiet intensity that made my pulse quicken. “I assume you’re here to discuss your previous proposal,” he said, turning his attention to Evan. Evan, still tense, set his coffee down with deliberate precision. “Actually, I’m here to find out why you suddenly want to meet with Elena. She has nothing to do with business. Just music.” Mr. Damian nodded, his expression unreadable. “It’s quite simple, really. My daughter specifically requested Elena as her tutor.” My heart skipped a beat. Tutor? I barely processed the offer before the weight of its implications hit me.