Ian Somerhalder Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Sit here and eat.” “Hun, you do realize that he is Javier Summers, the CEO of Summers Entertainment and not me aka your caring husband, right?” Tanner shook his head, watching his partner act like he was Javier’s mother instead of a friend of Ella. “Tone yourself down a bit and do not be so bossy.” “Well, I do not give a flip who he is. He is more useful if he is healthy.” Then Damon turned to Javier and lifted one brow. “Do you need me to sit you down and feed you?”

“ You sure you don’t want water, ma’am?” I wave at someone I don't even know and turn my eyes lazily. He was watching me intently, even as he wiped a glass clean. “ Water? Do I look like someone who wants to be hydrated right now? Seriously??” I giggle. He doesn’t say a word. He’s being careful, that I’m sure of. Who wouldn’t be? I’m Salvatore’s wife for hell’s sake. “ You know what’s funny?” I say, ready to put on my clown costume and entertain the house for the night. “ I’m so pissed those girls didn’t bite his d*ck off. They should have ended his fucking lineage right there. Bastard!”

She said in a panic. Salvatore gave a smirk, that is exactly what I am waiting for. "I want him to strike he should come to me, and I'll make sure that I swallow him a whole" he groaned. "I'm really excited that you didn't get hurt, you know when I'd heard that it was Alessandro you were going against, I was really scared." She said. Salvatore frowned at her. "Why were you scared?" He asked. "That's because that man is the devil's incarnate , he is heartless and also a monster, he doesn't spare anyone and has so many gimmicks to escape when being defeated." Sophia.

No interviews, photographs or personal details. Another article mentioned how he loved his private life, with only a few of his business associates knowing anything about him. The guy was loaded, but something about him was off. I scrolled further. A news article popped up, and a photograph of Damien and me from earlier today filled my screen. Real Face of Salvatore Russo Spotted With His Newly Wedded Wife, Skylar Morrison. “Welcome home, Sky.” Damien's eyes met mine as he drove through the open gate and brought the car to a halt.

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.

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Not because she was guilty, but because someone had made her think she needed to reassure me. That evening, Damon joined me on the terrace overlooking the inner grounds. The moon was rising, pale and beautiful. “He reacted to the healer thread,” Damon said. “Yes,” I replied. “Not the patrols. Not the border rumors. But the healers.” “Which means his interest is leverage, not attack.” “Exactly,” I said. “He wants to position himself as necessary.” Damon leaned his forearms against the stone railing. “Then we give him something else to misread.”

Damian asked, his voice cold as he looked at Samantha's face again. "I came to see if—you and I can get along and if you can release my father," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Samantha hadn't been brave enough to chase after a man before. Most men chase after her. Now, she was the one chasing after Damian Tucker, a ruthless mafia boss.

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

Alpha Damon nodded his head. "She's Olivia, she will be my mistress from today. Prepare a room for her in my quarters and assign a maid to assist her" he instructed. "Yes Alpha" "And also, get enough dresses and anything she might need for her" he added. The well-built man bowed and disappeared. I could only stare at them till he was out of our sight, he is handsome but scary at the same time. Who is he though? "Beta Luca, that was Beta Luca" Alpha Damon answered. I was forced to cover my mouth with my left hand since my right hand had been confiscated by him.