Stefan And Damon Novels & Stories

In fact, both sides adored me now and I was a role model to other hybrids like myself. “There you are,” Damon said, coming from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He inhaled my scent and kissed me on my neck. I smiled and relaxed into him. “Everyone has been searching for you.” Sure enough, my son ran in after him and started to scream. “Mom, mom. Aunt Tiffanie has a boyfriend,” he said with excitement, like he had just uncovered a hidden secret. Damon and I started to laugh. It was no surprise that Tiffanie and lord Tyrel were now engaged to be married. Only one night with him and she had fallen in love. I always teased her for it.

“Feisty. Say, did you have fun watching us last night?” “Hmm lemme think about it, oh wait- No,” I shot back, ignoring my cheeks getting hotter, “There is nothing fun about seeing three men with a woman. What? You guys couldn't score chicks for each of you so you had to share?” “Leave the poor girl be, Damian, you are embarrassing her.” Damon said, slapping him over the head. His dark blue eyes, the shade of the night sky, glinted in amusement. “Hello Hannah, I am sorry about my brother here. I am Damon, and it is really nice meeting you."

"I'd pass." Ken wasn't backing down. "Compared to my relationships, yours look like your two are still dating." Damien shut his eyes for a second then opened them. No matter how it hurt, that was still a fact. "At least she stayed with me and didn't drop me for an old rich man." Ken's eyes widened and Damein realized he had crossed the line again. He began chuckling and shaking his head while moving away. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t have the strength to banter with you.”

Brows pulling low. “What do you mean it involves both of them?” he growls, pacing away from me. A knot tightens in my stomach. Them? Me and Sophia? Damian’s hand curls around the phone like he’s barely keeping himself in check. He listens, silent for a long stretch. His jaw keeps working, like he’s clenching back a dozen things he wants to say. “Svetlana, the Bratva, and the Camorra?” he finally says, low and deadly. “That’s not a partnership, Matt. That’s a fucking nightmare.”

The three of them held each other tightly under the stars — the same way they had in the darkest days of the first apocalypse. Serena looked at both men, tears still on her cheeks. “We almost lost each other so many times. I can’t lose our family now.” Kael kissed her forehead. “You won’t.” Damien leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, then to Kael’s. “We are stronger together. Always.” Their embrace turned heated — a desperate reaffirmation of their bond. Clothes were shed beneath the moonlight. Kael took Serena with deep, grounding thrusts while Damien worshiped her from behind. They moved together with familiar passion and love, reminding each other why they fought so hard.

“Then let me remind you who we really are.” Damian rolled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Not rough. Not commanding. Just present. He kissed down his body—collar, chest, stomach—until he reached Alex’s aching cock. He took him into his mouth slowly, reverently, tongue swirling, hollowing his cheeks. Alex moaned, hips jerking. Damian pulled off. “Look at me.” Alex did. “This is us,” Damian said. “Not power games. Not roles forced by time. Just two men who love each other enough to share everything.”

“I like him. He likes me. And yeah, it’s new, and yeah, it’s fast, but it’s real. He’s been good to me. Really good, Damie.” Agnes chose that exact moment to pipe up from the couch, legs kicked up, popcorn bowl somehow already in her lap (where the hell did she even get popcorn?). “Ohhh shit. This is better than reality TV. Big bro energy activated. Ten bucks says Damien throws the first punch in three… two…” Jace snorted. “I’m taking the under. Damien’s too classy for fists. He’ll just stare Jaxon to death.” I ignored them. My focus was locked on Jaxon.

Damien’s steady presence, his quiet strength—it was different from anything I’d known. Meanwhile, Mum was shopping and planning nonstop, my family and his family meeting more often. Social media was ablaze—gossip columns and comment sections burning with talk of us. They dredged up his past, especially his ex, Tina Star—a well-known model. People wondered why it was me, not her. Some hated me, some liked me. But that was their business. I didn’t give a damn. ⸻ The following weekend, Damien took me to a secluded cabin by the lake—a place far from the flashing cameras and high society.

But you did, and that tells me a lot about the kind of man you are. Damon feels a sense of relief wash over him as he reads Eli's response, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly Damon: Thank you, Eli. Your understanding and forgiveness mean the world to me. I promise you, I'm committed to building something real and lasting with you, not just a fleeting fling. He pauses, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth Eli feels a flutter in his stomach at Damon's tender words, a smile spreading across his face as he types out his response

“ In comparison to the cold mr Donovan , I am a warm , gentle and obedient husband to my sweetie . “ said Damian hugging Antonio , making him blush . “ What are you doing ? People are watching . “ said Antonio embarrassed . “ Who cares ? You are soon to be my life partner . “ said Damian with a smirk . “ Go look after the kid while I finish discussing business here . “ said Antonio pushing him away as he couldn’t bear the looks of the others on them anymore . “ Anything my dear says . “ said Damian smiling obediently terrifying everyone else in the room . “ Son……you are giving me the goosebumps. “ said mr Adam petrified . “ I had to endure you all these years . Now , it’s your turn to endure