Elena Damon Stefan Novels & Stories

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.

Helena got home from the chemistry read at noon and made tea and sat on her couch and did not move for a while. The film was real. That was real. Elena Markov and Robert Laine and Thomas Ade and a start date six months away. That was all completely real. And Damian had turned down a weekend away to sit in a room and watch her without her knowing he was there. She picked up her phone. She scrolled back through his messages. The book inscription she had photographed and saved. The four words after the Laine meeting. Elena Markov. Of course. Further back. A message from the week after the showcase that she had read and not replied to.

"Don't thank me yet. Trouble followed you here because of my world. Sterling. Theo. Your mother's debts, whatever they are." Elena tensed. "She mentioned Vegas. Money she owes. People who don't forgive." Damian's eyes narrowed. "And she recognized me. Why?" "News. You're famous." Elena looked away. Lie by omission. Her heart pounded. He stepped closer. "Or something else." His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, to the way her sweater clung from the adrenaline sweat of the chase. "You were shaking in the car. Not just fear." Heat flushed her cheeks. "Adrenaline."

Damon replied, looking pitiful. "However, Damo-" "Are you happy now?" Elevena finally asked. "What?" "What?" Damon and Patricia both looked at Elevena and said it at the same time. They were taken aback and wondered if it was really her who said it. "I asked if you guys are done or if there is more to come," Elevena said sarcastically. Her tone was cold, her eyes appeared dead as she made eye contact with Damon, and her nails were dug into the palms of her hands to control her rage. Her eyes were filled with disgust, hatred, and a mix of emotions.

Juliet cuts me off which causes me to turn around and see her smiling, immediately linking her arm with mine. "What are you doing?" I whisper, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me," Damon clears his throat, "Only if you're free. I don't want to bother your night," "It's my friend's—" "Alice's free tonight." Juliet grabs me harder, "Do you want to take my girl out tonight?" My cheeks immediately heat up at the sudden response while Damon glances towards me with a smile, seeing him keeping quiet and not denying anything. "There's this fine restaurant that serves really good steak. I'd like to take you out for dinner," He says, looking at me.

I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power. My laptop sat on the kitchen island before, I stared at the screen intently as I watched a preview of my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries, I really couldn't get enough of Damon Salvatore but my heart really aches for Stefan Salvatore, no grudges, I just loved Stefab a little more.

He didn’t want her regretting getting married to him, not ever. He was also sure that whoever placed that bomb there didn’t want to kill him so kept it strategically where he’d easily see it. “If this is really Debby, then she’s in big trouble.” He climbed the stairs, up to Selena’s room and swung it open. A cackle welcomed him. “Hey, Damien!” He knew that voice. Not Debby’s. But her ridiculous cousin, Chen, who was actually in love with her. “Welcome to America!” Damien said sarcastically. “You have Selena and my mother, don’t you?”

I thought that he would immediately take her away the moment he saw how bad her condition was, but I guess revenge was more important. I may not have known what it was like to have a mate but I know for a fact that I would have prioritized my mates'health before any vandetta. Damien seemed to enjoy torturing me. He started shooting me from limb to limb moving up my body and I couldn't help groaning in pain. My groans were loud enough to get Elena to stumble out of the car and I could see her as she tried to get out of the car and rush to where we were. My eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way to me with absolutely no strength in her body, this was the most romantic thing and the

“Elijah’s countering.” “Yes,” Damon said. “He’s signaling confidence.” “And restraint,” Caleb added. “Which is worse.” I nodded. “He’s daring us to overreact.” The room fell quiet. Then I said it. “He’s going to escalate, but not through Mara.” Caleb frowned. “You’re sure?” “Yes,” I said calmly. “She’s useful, but as she's being watched now, he won’t risk her.” Damon’s gaze sharpened. “Then who?”

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.