Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

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.

Before he got to his room, he saw Alex and he instantly ordered him to stay outside, out of his business. Damien carried her to his room to take everything to the next level. He dropped her on the bed and removed his top immediately. Elle smiled, happy to know that the man standing in front of her was hers. She could never, ever leave him for anyone else. They didn't even care if the door was locked or not. They just continued making out.

Selena let out a sad smile because she saw the trueness in her son's words, the strong belief. Damon made the vow to kill Alexander and get revenge every day and Selena never stopped believing him. Damon keot on holding her hand until she fell asleep, his bruised hands holding tightly onto him as if he is afraid to let go. As if he is scared to let go, the guards will come fir him again and Alexander will have him thrown into the pit of hell. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

I said and we sat down. We ordered drinks and starters and Sheila slid a large envelope across the table and my head snapped up as I smelled that familiar mint scent and I turned in my seat. Damon had walked through the door with a much younger woman, or girl as she looked barely eighteen. He even had the audacity to smile at me as he led her to a table not far from where I was sitting and she looked at me as he said something to her. “Finley?” Sheila asked. “Sorry, I’ve been writing so much this past week that my brain’s all muddled,” I said to her with a quick smile.

But the moment my eyes met the CEO’s, everything inside me stopped and the air left my lungs. The young CEO stepped in, wearing a dark crisp suit that fitted his physique perfectly. He had a strong jawline and a face that sent shivers down my spine, but his eyes–I could never forget those eyes. It was the same that had stared down at mine as we made love after he'd saved me. “Elena Hart," Liam said with a soft smile. “I'd like you to meet my boss…” "Damien Cross.”

Damien’s pov I could barely breathe. Everyone was staring at me. Whispering…pointing. "That's Damien Blackwell. He was married to her." "I heard he treated her terribly." "Serves him right. Look at her now." I wanted to disappear into the floor. Mother was having a complete meltdown at our table. And me? I just stood there watching Elena dance with Caleb Harding like she wasn’t a married woman. "Damien." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Victoria.

"I need to tell you something. It's about Isla..." Her eyes snapped toward him, sharp. "I know. You don't have to lie." He froze. "What do you mean?" "You can't pretend I didn't see the texts," she said, voice tight. "You think I'm blind?" Damian's stomach dropped. "Elena... she's my ex-fiancée. We were engaged." Her lips parted slightly. "Engaged?"

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

she laughed hysterically “You have never touched me even though we have shared the bed countless times but you slept with Olivia within 24 hours of meeting her” she chortled bitterly. “That's because I never saw you more than a friend, a friend I could rely on. I will—” “A friend? I don't want to be your friend, Damon. Am I not good enough to be Luna? Or your mistress?” she screamed, cutting me off from completing my statement. “Forget about Olivia because you will never see her again. If I can't be with you, I won't allow anyone else to be with you”

In fact, both sides adored me now and I was a role model to other hybrids like myself. “There you are,” Damon said, coming from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He inhaled my scent and kissed me on my neck. I smiled and relaxed into him. “Everyone has been searching for you.” Sure enough, my son ran in after him and started to scream. “Mom, mom. Aunt Tiffanie has a boyfriend,” he said with excitement, like he had just uncovered a hidden secret. Damon and I started to laugh. It was no surprise that Tiffanie and lord Tyrel were now engaged to be married. Only one night with him and she had fallen in love. I always teased her for it.