Funniest Damon Salvatore Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I’d rather not explain to the rest how my second-in-command couldn’t handle a little scratch." He let out a short laugh, but I saw the way his jaw tensed as he tried to keep himself steady. "If I pass out, it’s just to avoid hearing more of your terrible jokes." "Wouldn’t blame you," I said dryly. "Even I can’t stand myself sometimes." Damon groaned. "You know, if I die in this car, I’ll come back just to haunt you." I shot him a side glance. "If you die in this car, I’ll kill you myself."

Grant parroted, baffled. Damon’s frown deepened. He spoke up and cut Xavier off. “Stop it. You’re always making these stupid jokes at the least opportune time! Have some respect for Mr. Gunn and be serious!” He turned to Grant and started apologizing, “Pardon him. That’s my brother to you: a bit of a manchild at times, I’m afraid. He loves flexing his ‘humor’, and I put that lightly, at the least suitable time. Please don’t take those jokes seriously.”

Vittorio’s POV At The Top Floor Of A Luxurious Hotel “Just smile and shake hands,” Salvatore whispered at my side. “That’s all you gotta do. Show face. Say a few pretty words. These bastards eat it up.” I didn’t answer. “Try not to look like you’d rather shoot someone.” Salvatore whispered behind his fake-ass grin as another senator’s daughter floated over in sequins and desperation. “I’d rather shoot myself,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey I wasn’t enjoying.

He asked again. “A big yes and I’m wondering if she’s gonna answer or I should. But, I won’t and instead I will be on my way out of here, how does that sound. Your opinion doesn’t matter, I can’t love you less for sending me that money. Thank you so much, and you should know my love is fake.” Damon spoke out with his sarcastic humor all over his words, he curved a smile before he backed away stepping on the stairs. “Wait!” Thea shouted a bit.

he replied casually, his tone light and nonchalant. I scoffed inwardly at his response, refusing to let myself be swayed by his easy charm. "Sure, that's what they all say," I muttered under my breath, my skepticism evident in the sharpness of my tone. Damon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure. "Seriously, though," he insisted, his gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge. "I just enjoy the atmosphere here. And besides, it's nice to see a familiar face."

“Fuuuck… I’m gonna cum again! Your cock is too good—shit, I can’t hold it!” “Not yet,” he commanded, but he fucked her even harder, the glass behind her shaking with every powerful thrust. “Beg for my cum. Tell me how bad you need it while I wreck this cunt.” “Please—fuck, please!” she sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I need your cum so bad! Fill me up, shoot it deep inside me—arghh, breed this pussy!” Damon’s grip on her throat tightened just a little more as he pounded her dripping hole. “That’s it. Such a filthy mouth on my perfect assistant. You hate me during the day but at night you turn into my desperate cumslut. Say it louder.”

After classes were over , i told Dona about everything, about Damon Sorrentino , the interview , the investment . " Damon Sorrentino!? Seriously!? "she said in a loud tone . "Yes ... why?"i asked her . " He's like the hottest man ever , he's handsome , sexy , rich and perfect "she said . " Of course you would say that " i said ; "Anyway i should get going I don't wanna be late "

** he asks, embarrassed. Carol smirks. **You should calm down!** Damien can’t decide whether to cry or laugh. Sitting back on the couch in his now-wet sweatpants, he covers his face, trying not to laugh. Peeking at her through his fingers, he signs: **Nothing calms me down like you. Do you really think a can of soda can stop me?** He smirks, staring at her legs. **They look too delicious to ignore—** “Ouch!” he hisses as she smacks his head.

“And stop talking like he’s some kind of savior. It’s just breakfast.” Nate smirked, clearly enjoying every second of my irritation. “Jealous, much?” “What—jealous? Of what?” My voice pitched higher than I intended, which only made his smirk widen. “You’re jealous that Damon’s cooking for me and not you,” Nate said with faux seriousness, as if he were delivering a groundbreaking revelation. My jaw dropped. “You are such an idiot!” Damon laughed then, low and warm, and for a second I forgot to stay mad. He placed a plate in front of Nate, then turned back to me.

"And what? And the stupid maid is brought back? You're sending every man that should be looking after the pack house to search for the useless maid? Do you have any idea what that image does to your reputation? Do you have any idea how your people are whispering with this show of madness? Even when I leave, throwing tantrums, you do not even realize my absence. What makes the maid so different? What makes her fucking special Damien? Why do you even care if she's dead or alive?" Damien slapped his fists on the table, breaking it in half. "She is my mate, damn it! My mate! You do not get to ask me why I do not care about her! She is my mate! Mine!" He breathed heavily, feeling frustrated, and