Elena Damon Stefan Novels & Stories

Damien's office work should have ended an hour ago, she texted him. "He's just running late," she told herself, adjusting the table settings for the hundredth time. The dining room looked beautiful. She'd found candles in storage and borrowed the good china that was usually reserved for Alpha ceremonies. The bottle of wine had cost her entire monthly allowance, but Damien was worth it. Elena caught her reflection in the window and winced. Her mousy brown hair was escaping from its messy bun and there was flour on her oversized sweater. She looked exactly like what she was…a small, plain woman trying too hard.

“You’re a business woman who gets every project and grant she applies for because she knows exactly what the donors want. So how can you tell me you don’t know what Damien wants?” “What are you talking about?” I asked Elena, confused about she was trying to say and she walked up to me, her eyes still ice cold and her arms stil folded across her chest. “Are you truly clueless or do you not know that Damien Locke has started to have feelings for you?” She asked me and all I did was stare at her because the air felt weird. Elena never cared about my personal life. So why now? What did she stand to gain? Or worse. What was she up to this time?

She wasn't done. “Mmm,” she continued, feigning a dreamy sigh. “Is he still as handsome as he was years ago? God, I remember those dimples. And does he still have the hots for you?” A giggle escaped her lips. “What a shame you’re married. You two would've made such a perfect pair.” Stefan’s jaw tensed. He lowered his gaze to the laptop, blinking hard, willing the numbers into focus. But Elena’s words wrapped around him, taunting, twisting.

“You’re so funny, Mr. Damian! You speak as if I still want to get your attention.” Damian’s face hardened. Elena continued, her voice calm but deadly, “Listen, Mr. Damian. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t need validation from a man who betrayed his marriage just because he was obsessed with having a son. You think I will cry and beg you? You’re very wrong, sir. In fact, I’m truly grateful.” “Grateful?” Damian repeated with a mocking tone. “You’re grateful for losing everything?”

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

' Sheena said, breaking into tears again. 'You are crying. Are you okay? Please tell me what's going on.' Elena ranted. She was overly worried now. 'Baby is everything okay?' Sheena heard the male voice ask from Elena's end. 'Are you alone?' Sheena asked with caution. 'No, I'm with damian.' Elena responded. Sheena's mind was quick to recall who Damian was this time. She remembered Elena had mentioned he worked for Mr Dominic as his lawyer. He could be in on the whole plan too.

But when his gaze found her across the room, something unguarded flickered there—brief, but real. Bella, who had accompanied her, leaned close. “If looks could burn, Elena, the ice king would be ash by now.” Elena gave a nervous smile. “Let’s hope he remembers that tonight isn’t about war—it’s about survival.” Bella’s eyes softened. “Or maybe both.” As Elena reached the last step, Damian was already there, his hand extended. “You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone lacked heat. “Fashionably,” she replied, slipping her hand into his. His grip tightened, grounding her as the flashes from the press burst like lightning.

“What do you want then?” Damien’s gaze sharpened like a blade. He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and slid it across the table. On it was a stunning photo of Elena—Marcus’s wife—pulled from her social media. She looked radiant in a flowing summer dress, her long auburn hair catching the sunlight, hazel eyes sparkling with warmth, full lips curved in a genuine smile. Her figure was breathtaking: generous curves, an hourglass shape that turned heads everywhere she went.

"If I'm going to pitch her to my friends, I need to know what she looks like." "Fair enough." I handed him a photo. "Elena. She's 22, works as a voice actress." "Elena?" Dominic froze. He snatched the photo out of my hand and stared at it like he'd seen a ghost. I raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter with you?" "It's her?!" Dominic looked up, a sudden look of determination in his eyes. "Forget Stuart." "I'm going to that dinner tonight."

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.