Klaus And Damon Novels & Stories

Her voice trembled with anger l, sorrow and confusion, all at once. Kleo didn’t respond right away. She just looked at her. Her eyes lingered on Lena’s face as though searching for something beneath the fatigue, beneath the guilt. The clock ticked in the background, and for a few seconds, neither of them moved. Then, Kleo smiled faintly with a quiet knowing that unsettled Lena even more. “If there’s one thing I know about Damon,” she said slowly, her voice low and measured, “since all the years I’ve been friends with him…” She leaned back slightly, her hand once again finding its resting place over her stomach, fingers splaying protectively. “It’s that he doesn’t go after something for nothi

"No." Damian looked at me with great emotion, as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I love you. I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy." Hans whistled softly. "Wow, this is getting more romantic. We should probably leave you two alone." "No, don't go. I'm enjoying this conversation. Tell me more about Damian, I want to know every side of him." Klaus laughed. "You're truly an amazing woman, Alissa. Damian is so lucky."

– Klaus replies, increasing the red in my face. We were surprised to see everyone waiting when we walked downstairs, hand in hand, and knocked on the Alpha's office door. Ulric was sitting in his chair with Raven in his lap. Colby was sitting on the couch, holding his mate's hand, with Colby's mark on his neck. Dominic was sitting in the chair opposite his dad. Klaus sits in the high chair, pulling me onto his lap. - I see that Colby and Klaus have finally completed the mate-bond. All we need now is for Dominic to find his mate.

Though Clara would have been scared, after seeing Jax, it relieved her that the men wouldn't hurt her or take any advantage of her. "Good morning, Sir," Clara swiftly greeted Damian as he met her gaze. "Morning. How about the Dawsons?" Damian asked, walking into the living room to exit the mansion. Clara swiftly replied, "They are still sleeping." "I see," Damian gazed upward, but he nodded and said, "Tell them that I am not around once they are awake. I will probably be back by Sunday." "Okay, Sir," Clara replied nervously, as she was wearing a white dress. She watched Damian walk out of the house, and she sighed out with relief as she was scared of him, knowing that he was the boss.

~**~ Khloe Anderson I turned to look at the man I'd dreaded meeting. He stood there, a smirk on his rugged face, and a gun in his hand. I said nothing. I didn't need to, anyway. What does one say when they meet face-to-face with the person who wants them dead? What do you do? Smile at them? Be kind? Probably being kind might work on about 2 billion people in the world. However, with Damon Diaz, it's a totally different story. He'd killed before, and he will kill again. And what makes me so different from the other people he'd murdered in the past? "I've seen pictures of you, and nothing prepared me for such beauty," he says, pacing in front of me. "The photos surely did you no justice. You'v

A typical working day in the Andino Corporation. Damian rolled his eyes. ‘Clearly you’ve never seen what happens to Sophia when she drinks champagne.’ ‘I’m lovely when I drink champagne—and anyway I have Takis to extract me from danger.’‘That’s my job now. I’m signing on full-time.’ Damian pulled her back into his arms and kissed her, ignoring their audience. ‘Which is just as well if you intend to go through life with a glass of champagne in your hand.’ She smiled up at him. ‘Good things happen when I drink champagne. You know that.’

The snow appeared after, revealing a large field covered in a thick blanket of white, the singers running, footsteps prints crisscrossed each other around the labyrinth of paths. Then spring came and vivid colors appeared, this season represented the newest song Extreme. Damian appeared on the screen, wearing a white tee a red Hawaiian shirt above. He approached the camera and sat on a chair like he was facing Avery. “Hey, Ave.” Avery choked on her coffee and stared at her boyfriend, who was sitting behind. “What the hell?” she laughed.

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

I whipped my gaze in the same direction, gasping as I saw the golf clubs Damon held in both hands, approaching the car. He looked mad, his eyes bloodshot, the top buttons on his shirt undone, and his hair tousled. Not just mad, he looked mad sexy. “Luca?” I called out in a dread-filled, low tone, suddenly running my fingers over the door frame in a frenzy. “Unlock the doors.” He whipped his gaze back to me, absolutely shocked. “What? Iris, what are you saying?” The panic in me rose in waves as Damon diverted his path to Luca’s side, holding up the clubs in his hands like he was about to hit. And I feared that he was about to do something magnanimous.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”