Novel & Cerita Funniest Damon Salvatore Quotes

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

“Yes, or no?!” A few of them jolted, Salvatore, included, and he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze back on me. “Yes, Damon, but it doesn’t mean—“ “You fixed a meeting, Salvatore, and how was I the last to know about it, as the head mafia kingpin?” I queried, my tone derisive. “Is that the respect you speak about?” “Well—“ “You should be thankful I even showed up at all,” I interrupted, glaring at him. “Now, let’s get on with the fucking meeting, shall we? I have better things to do than sit here arguing about respect with you lots.”

“ I am the best friend you didn’t confide in . You got hooked on hard drugs, instead of talking to me . I know I'm busy but I always make timen for you .“ “ I didn’t want your image of me to change ,and after what you had been through with Dexter , I didn’t want you to have to worry .” “ That’s unfair and you know it. “ “ Daniel is a good actor … you have to admit it .” I slapped Salvatore’s arm so hard it made my palm tingle “ Ouch that hurt. I might have had people think I was dead but I am alive and I feel pain . " " My palm is tingly ."

He clenched his fists, remembering Peter's annoying ex-girlfriend. "That Rosie bitch?" Juliette rolled her eyes. "You're way better than her, Dam," "But you've never seen her." Damian chuckled. "I know, but you're still better," Juliette rolled her eyes, and both of them started laughing. "What will you do with Lucas?" asked Damian. "What do you mean? Should I do something?"

It felt like… something safe. “I still don’t understand how you can eat toast without butter,” I said suddenly, turning my head to look at him. He raised one eyebrow slowly and turned his face toward me. “It’s not that strange.” “It is strange,” I said with a small laugh. “Toast without butter is just… sad bread.” Salvatore gave a short laugh. It was rare to hear him laugh like that,soft, relaxed. “Sad bread? You’re dramatic.” I smiled and shrugged. “Okay, but explain. Why do you hate butter?”

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

“ That kid is indeed interesting . “ said mr Adam with a pleased smile when seeing Antonio’s composure . “ You sure are enjoying the situation . “ said Damian with half a smile . “ Oh , I sure am son . “ said mr Adam amused by the whole situation . “ Damian , is what madam Laura said true ? “ asked madam Diana . “ Haaah ! Yes ! Antonio saved me that day . “ said Damian . The moment he admitted it , Antonio also nodded his head while madam Laura became even more annoyed . “ I…..can’t believe my ears . You brat ! “ said madam Diana angry . “ Boy , I gotta film this and look at it for the next decade to come . “ said mr Adam thinking of this as a game . “ Dad ! “ said Damian who couldn’t stand

Damon loosened his tie slightly as he walked toward his office. He was tired. Not physically. Something worse. The kind of exhaustion that lived inside your bones after surviving too much. His phone buzzed. One message. From Luca. Eat something today. Damon stared at the text Then smiled despite himself. Small. Automatic. Dangerous. Another message appeared immediately after: Coffee does not count as food. Damon huffed softly. Then typed back: You sound domestic. Three dots appeared instantly. Don’t insult me. Damon laughed quietly under his breath.

Logan could be an asshole sometimes and over-exaggerated a lot but at the same time, he didn't condone insults, especially to his workers. "Okay? What did she say?" "She said I'm a stuck-up asshole..." "Well that's surprisingly accurate," Damon thought "And she said my moustache looks like that of a pornstar from the 80's." Damon almost choked on his coffee. He wanted to laugh so hard but his coffee had come in the way, thankfully. He tried to keep his face straight and treat this as a serious matter.

"Why did you do that, Lena?" "You just heard what she said, didn't you?" I replied without even turning to look at them both. "I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." "There's no stable around here, Damon Salvatore." I quipped. He laughed. "That's the funniest joke you've ever made around me." "I haven't been around you enough to make jokes." "But soon, you would. I like to have you around, you know? You make things more exciting." Just the way you had to push me away so Leah could stand behind you.