Ian Somerhalder Damon Salvatore 소설 & 이야기

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

Salvatore sighed; he wished he could do more for her the way Adler did, take matters into his hands and make sure she was okay, He might be holding her deepest secret and helping her get rid of it, but was that enough? "Hey," a hand fell on his shoulder, "I've been looking for you." Salvatore stared at the hand on his shoulder, then looked up at its owner, he immediately went rigid, listening to his world go silent. "I didn't know you were here, Boss." Victor Domenico, second son to the Godfather, standing at least six foot, with an easygoing frame, sad brown eyes that were inherited from his mother, sharp intellect that set him above the rest, and an excellent attribute that could have had

another council member told me, he had curly black hair, his eyes were grey, I just smirked and told him to try and compel Damon, he did, he tried to compel Damon into assisting my arrest but Damon did not listen, I laughed at them as they stared angrily. "Now, what to do with the three of you?" I said in my best evil voice, Damon smirked squinting his eyes, looking sexy, you know the way he always does (a.n, if you've never watched vampire diaries you should G****e Damon Salvatore, he is a character played by Ian Somerhalder, he is by far the sexiest vampire ever) "Maybe compel them to lock themselves in the dungeon?" Damon suggested, the three council members looked scared, I tapped my chi

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.

Might as well have him wipe it with a napkin instead of using the back of his hand. Both men frowned at me before seeing me pull out two napkins to hand to Dante before throwing inside the car. He looked at them for a second before taking them from me and wiping his nose again. “Eva D’Angelo” I said, extending my hand for him to shake, letting him know that I meant them no harm “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

“We need eyes in his alliances. The packs that owe him fealty. The ones that trade through his borders. I want every den, every crossing point, every hidden route marked. He can hide from me, but he can’t hide from what’s loyal to him. I’ll find her through them.” Damian hesitated. “And if you do? Have you thought of what you would do if she willingly went to him, Liam? I understand that you want to believe that she didn’t, but my question is, if she did. What are you going to do about it? Because it seems to me that you are not thinking clearly when it comes to that.”

Lorenzo started talking to the sommelier about which wines would be served with dinner, and Mom chatted with the Greco Matriarch. I grabbed the menu and forced myself to focus, but I could feel Stephanie staring from right beside me, and it was getting under my skin. Even if I was a Contracted Omega and not Lorenzo’s Luna, I was still at least a little higher on the ladder than her. “Can I suggest the Alaskan king crab and saffron risotto?” Her voice suddenly sounded way too close to my ear. She leaned in toward me, swirling her wine, and her hand almost brushed my thigh.

Salvatore stands up and, to my surprise, gives me a smile—one that couldn’t be more fake. “A lot of traffic?” he inquires while pulling out my chair for me. In his language, that means: Can’t you move your ass faster? “Actually, I was quite tied up with work.” He doesn't look happy with my answer, but I care very little. “She is my wife, Helena,” he announces to the couple. “They are Manson and his wife Devon Roberts.” I extend my hand to each of them with a friendly smile before taking a seat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for the delay,” I say, slightly flustered. I knew something was up—Salvatore is a sneak.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

"I would not hear any more of your lies, woman. I killed Alpha Michael and his son over twenty years ago! It was clean and I made sure that none of them survived it! Not even the little brat, Salvador!" Freya paused for a moment. "And you watched this little brat die?" "Salvador is dead!" I repeated. "Salvador died alongside his parents over twenty years ago. I made sure of it." "Did you see his dead body?" Freya questioned. "The bastard jumped from the window of the tallest building in the fucking West!" I cried. "How could I have recovered his dead body?" Freya sighed. "That is exactly what I'm telling you, Demontes. Salvador is alive and well and your only daughter is in his custody."