Elena Damon Stefan Novels & Stories

He saw it. A photo. Grainy. Taken through glass. Elena. Sitting across from a man. Laughing. His jaw tightened before he even realized it. “What is that?” Theo’s voice echoed faintly in his memory, but it wasn’t Theo standing there now. It was Rex. Leaning against the desk. Watching him carefully. “Looks like competition,” Rex said. Damian didn’t answer. His eyes stayed on the screen. “Elena Voss spotted with Adrian Keller,” Rex continued. “That’s not small.”

Selene quietly slid down between his legs. “Hey honey,” Elena said cheerfully from the screen. “How are you doing? I miss you already.” Damien tried to keep his voice steady. “I miss you too. Everything is fine here.” At that moment, Selene took his cock into her warm mouth and sucked him slowly. Damien gripped the phone tighter. “You sound a little strange,” Elena said. “Is everything okay? Has Selene been taking good care of you?” Selene looked up at him with naughty eyes and took him deeper. “Glk… mmmph…gluckkkk”

About twenty minutes later, footsteps echoed softly from upstairs again. I looked up instinctively, and my breath stalled briefly. Elena descended the staircase slowly with Lucas beside her dressed neatly in a tiny black suit. But it was Elena herself that held my attention completely. The fitted dark blue dress she wore rested perfectly against her figure without looking excessive. Her hair flowed softly around her shoulders while the light makeup on her face somehow made her look even more beautiful than before. For several seconds, I simply stared completely forgetting myself. She looked up eventually and caught me staring directly at her.

Aly wore a summer knit hollow-out high cross dress, and finally, Davina wore a black Va Va voom backless midi dress. " Hey, T." Davina hugged her friend as she approached her. " Baby, what's up?" Talia returned the greeting. The table was filled with friends and their significant others, except for Elon. Where was he? He promised he wasn't going to miss it so what happened? Ida thought to herself. " Where the hell is your brother?" Ida whispered to Aly. " I am supposed to be the one asking that question; he's your best friend, and you should know," she said just as Elon entered the house.

And even if the floppy brim of her cute pink hat hadn’t been blocking him off from the shoulders upward, nothing on earth would have made her look up at him as she felt Dami’s fingers bite into her again. "And with so little notice." Elena slid her eyes down to Charley’s stomach, the suggestion being that she was shocking Charley into releasing a gasp. "Gosh," she rallied. "It never entered my head that people would think poor Dami had been forced into marrying me!" ‘They don’t.’ Surprisingly, it was Fabio Romano who pulled himself out of his boredom to put a stop to this. Elena is fishing for information. She is always fishing for information—it is the staple diet for a professional bitch.

He lowly growled at Nate attached to her, but luckily for him only I was close enough to notice. I rolled my eyes and left the stage to head to the bar. I was not getting through this night without some alcohol. Damien tip his glass as he approached me. He turned for a second, admiring Elena in all her beauty. "Finally, El is being seen as the Queen she is." Damien gawked at her as everyone seemed to swoon over her presence. It was sickening. She was always beautiful, but tonight she looked like an elegant woman, instead of a timid child. I wasn't sure if she was even aware of it, but every pore of her body seeped out Luna power and it was mesmerizing.

Lucas froze, and so did Caleb and I. "Dad..." Her voice quivered, sending a pang straight to my heart. "Elena, calm down," Jake's voice reverberated, stirring within me a primal urge to tear him away from her for a moment. "They were just in my old room," she blurted out, her words rushed and frantic, "They must be in my old room. I-I have to...I have to get to them." I clenched my fists tightly to my sides, restraining myself from rushing into the room. I knew exactly who she meant, and so did Lucas and Caleb. She was referring to—Mom, Dad, and Oliver.

Damon commanded and I took in a deep breath before clearing my throat. “I’ve found my mate. I met her today.” I blurted out. He looked shock and also happy by the news. “Congrats man. I’m happy for you. Finally, you get to meet your mate. I was predicting you’ll meet her at 50 but thankfully the moon goddess decided to have mercy on you.” He said teasingly. “It’s Liana, Roxanne’s sister. She’s my mate.” I let out awkwardly staring around so my eyes doesn’t meet his.

He was tall, his presence just as commanding as Damien’s, but where Damien’s intensity burned hot, Lorenzo’s was quieter—colder. “I’d say she looks like my business.” Lorenzo stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t usually bring dates to your wars, Moretti. This one must be special.” Damien’s shoulders tensed, his body shifting ever so slightly—a silent warning. Elena knew she had two choices: stand there like a bystander or step into the role she had no choice but to play. So she smiled. Slipping closer to Damien, she let her fingers graze his arm, her voice light, teasing. “You shouldn’t flatter yourself, Mr. Valenti. Damien isn’t in the habit of explaining himself to anyone.”

“You’re my wife. Public appearances matter. You need to play your role.” She hated how he said it. Like she was just another task to manage. Elena squared her shoulders. “Then find someone else to ‘play the role’ because I’m not going.” For a moment, he just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, in a low, dangerous tone, he said, “You will come, Elena. And you will behave. She met his gaze without flinching. “Make me.” Damien’s lips curled slightly—not in a smile, but in something far more unsettling.