Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

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."

My eyes adjusted to the brightness as I propped my head first, then my body. Then, I dared to look at their faces. Two dangerously handsome men were standing before me, and one of them looked too awfully familiar. From his carefully raven slicked back hair, to the sharp brown eyes and perfect jawline, it didn’t take me too long to recognize him. One of the most evil people in the world that made Alessandro seem as nice as Santa Claus. The man that owned this city and everything that was in it. Salvatore Luca. My throat went dry, and shock sprang up in my guts like hot sharp metal. He was staring at me, his eyes cold and filled with an element of shock.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

he said. " You, go check further!" I said to one of my men. He nodded and walked before us. We followed him through the darkness of the tunnel. I never thought that they outwitted me. I'm Damon Salvatore, one of the Hybrid demon vampire in centuries then someone like them, human, dared to humiliated me. I gritted my teeth and clinched my fist. It's okay, besides Thamer was with me. I had a plan. T had to find Thamer's number to contact his girlfriend.

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

We waited by a rusted crane, the sea choppy and black behind us. Exactly on time, a black sedan arrived. Damon Salvatore stepped out, accompanied not by a low-ranking mercenary, but by his most trusted, brutally efficient Sicilian lieutenant, Marco. Damon looked impeccably dressed, but the sweat on his brow betrayed his desperation. He was walking into this exchange because his financial situation demanded it. “Vladimir,” Damon said, his voice carrying the false warmth of a man who believed he held the upper hand. “How tragic that we meet again under such trying circumstances. My deepest condolences on the… setbacks you’ve experienced.”

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”