Stefan And Damon Novels & Stories

"Are you out of your mind, Stefano? Do you have any idea how sad it is to watch my wife not remember a single thing?" Damian went on once again about how constantly I looked confused especially whenever we were having a discussion and he said something I don't seem to understand what he was talking about, about how I constantly felt left out. He told Doctor Stefano he didn't want me to keep on feeling that way and get should better find an alternative. Damian was about to threaten the man when but I held his hand. I knew what was next when he tried to touch the doctor. I knew exactly what he was going to do, and I wasn't going to allow it. Doctor Stefano didn't do anything wrong. He was just

Daniel brushed off his bleak past like a pesky fly. Damon scrubbed a hand over his two days’ worth of stubble. He had a feeling what they were about to do would either be the best time of their lives or shit was about to hit the fan. Damon pulled up a stool, popped the top to a beer, and took a swig. “So, what’s all this about?” he asked pointing at the food on the counter. Daniel smiled. “Glad you asked.”

He seemed to be one of the special Alphas, much like Damien, but Damien’s real powers were a mystery to me still. Stephan took a deep breath, leaning back against the bench. "Not in the way you might think. He’s more of an annoyance. He’s the son of a mistress from the previous leader’s affair. The relationship between him and Damien is… complicated. It's like they’re always trying to one-up each other, and it gets ugly." I frowned, intrigued yet unsettled by this revelation. "So, he’s like a… illegitimate son or something?" "Exactly," Stephan confirmed, taking a long drink from his bottle. "Damien and Dominic grew up in the same world but under completely different circumstances. Damien has

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.