Funniest Damon Salvatore Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked, raising an eyebrow. Damien smirked. “You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Boris recite The Little Engine That Could. Truly heartwarming.” Boris growled, his scowl deepening. “Keep it up, Damien. Let’s see how funny you are when you’re eating soup through a straw.” “You see?” Damien grinned, turning to me. “He threatens violence, but deep down, he’s a teddy bear.” “Deep, deep down,” Maxim added, earning another round of laughter.

Damien asked in a sarcastic tone. "You do not have to be mean" Sam said in a fake cry voice. "I was just saying"

he asked, his voice calm but serious. The man burst out laughing. It wasn’t just a chuckle, but a deep, amused laugh that echoed around the room. He even clapped his hands as he laughed, clearly entertained. “No wonder they call you Damien Wolfe,” Silvano said, still grinning. “How come you’re so damn smart?” Damien’s expression didn’t change. He simply waited as he knew men like Silvano never wanted just money. No amount of it could ever be enough for someone like him.

Take note also that his hospital had the best and fairest doctor of any field. Damon pressed the button of his telecom, making a statement. “Cancel all my damn meetings today,” he said. Scratching his beard as he made up a plan. First, he wanted to make sure that his toy/ the one he loved but doesn’t dare to say it, will always be his. And so, he thinks damn well. In less than a minute, he thought of a bright idea. “Let’s see what you got, fucker. In this game, you started, that fuckface of yours will cry like a baby,” and a devilish laugh escaped from his mouth as it occupies the whole room.

I couldn't believe my ears, “you did what was best?Can you listen to yourself? you ran away? And you call it what was best?. Is this some kind of sick joke on your path?” “That was the best thing to do at the time” Damon argued. “oh please, you had just one assignment and you messed it up” I shouted, drawing the attention of the few rogues around. I could see the frown building up on Damian's face, he slowly took a step closer, his tall figure towering over me but I wasn't intimidated by his size. “I won't stand here and watch you insult me in front of my men” Damon growled.

I shout. He ruffled his hair as he sat beside Niklaus. One and only Damon Mikealson decided to talk "Hey Queen Barbie, my name is still the same, still Damain, you look m --" "Violet will fucking kill you" I said cutting him off "She will fucking chop up your balls and feed it to the whales" "Damn, that's a little graphic and bloody" Damian winced, seating beside Xavier. "Her words not mine. Are you guys going to talk or what?" I asked impatient.

“Well believe it or not, his supper unbearable, when it comes to work or sticking to rules or..” “..when his right about something and tries to rub it on your face?” Damien finishes off my sentence for me. “Yeap, that Lucian for you. Always serving as the god of Ego, fucking egotics.” That had me bursting up laughing my head off. I was laughing so hard that Diamen couldn't help but join me. We laughed for what felt like a minute before catching my breath. Damien's laughter reduces to a chuckle as he tries to calm himself .

Laughter rippled around us. I clenched my tray, biting back the fire sparking under my skin. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Damon’s voice cut through the noise. “Seriously?” I blinked. He was leaning against the nearest table, lunch untouched, watching Serena with lazy amusement. “That’s your best insult? Firefly? You sound like a five-year-old.” Gasps broke out. No one—no one—talked back to Serena. Her smile faltered. “Excuse me?”

And that's not to mention the fact that he's an horny mother fucker who can't do without women. It's very annoying to have someone like that with you, and he is also a proud brat as well as rude and spoilt. Let's say, his parents made a mistake having him, I mean, they could have just used protections and Prevented that monstrosity but no, they decided against it and what do we have? A monster without a name. A mistake. Damien Salvatore. “Stop cussing me in your mind, it won't accept me!” He said, locking up his car door after taking a bottle of alcohol from it.

I bursted out into laughter. The guys followed right in. The living room was filled with laughters. I slumped down onto the couch and against the cushions. “Yeah! Laugh your pretty asses off there instead of helping me!” Alex chided us. Just then, the door bell rang. “Holy motherfucker of sweet potatoes!” Alex cussed out in his ramble. “What was that?” Jake whizzed out between laughter. “Sweet potatoes?” Connor added with a ridiculous look on his face. I tried to reign in my laughter but it was in vain.