Romans & histoires Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

I said. "and who is this," she said referring to Jeffrey. "he is my boyfriend," I said holding on tight to Jeffreys' hand. What I said had a great impact on Damian and Jeffrey as they both looked confused and surprised. "wow he is cute," Sophia said smiling while Damian faked a cough. "Sorry for my manners, this is my stepbrother, Damian Anderson, I'm sure you have heard about him" she added as her hands worked over Damian's shoulders flirtatiously.

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

The men wait for there boss to walk up first. Manuel walks up the stairs, “Sal, stay around, Addy will need a ride home and see if Jessica will go home with Addy,” he says to his henchmen. Addy sighs, “I don’t need someone to come home with me,” she looks up at the mafia boss hoping not to make him mad. Manuel’s turns to her, “What I say goes, Hugh will know soon that we have Jimmy. He will be after you, and if you see a big tall stocky fellow with a dragon tattoo on his arm don’t get near him, that’s Jimmy’s older brother Wade.”

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

“I will come back to you. I swear it.” Rita pressed her forehead to his, swallowing her sobs. At last, with trembling lips, she whispered, “Then go. But don’t you dare break that promise.” Evena’s magic flared, and in a shimmer of light, Stefan was gone. ... Salvatore’s great hall was dressed in crimson and gold, nobles gathered in stiff ranks, their eyes bright with expectation. Damon stood before them, a crown waiting to be placed upon his head. He raised his hands to silence the crowd, when the doors burst open.

Damian asked, his voice cold as he looked at Samantha's face again. "I came to see if—you and I can get along and if you can release my father," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Samantha hadn't been brave enough to chase after a man before. Most men chase after her. Now, she was the one chasing after Damian Tucker, a ruthless mafia boss.

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.

Diego repeated sharply. Salvatore nodded once. "He killed himself before interrogation." My chest tightened instantly. This was bigger than one escaped prisoner. Much bigger. Salvatore walked toward the bar silently before pouring himself whiskey with steady hands. Too steady. That frightened me more. "Dante?" Diego asked quietly. "No." Both of us looked toward him immediately. Salvatore drank slowly before speaking again. "This doesn't feel like Dante." The statement landed heavily. Because if someone like Salvatore Romano felt uncertain, everyone should be terrified.