Team Damon Or Stefan Novels & Stories

Tom turned around to show off. “Sexy!” Avery exclaimed. “And who's this cute guy?” Tom pointed at Damian. “Your boyfriend?” “What?” Avery widened her eyes. “No! He's my—” she stared at Damian, not sure about what to say. “My best friend?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You don't look so sure.” “I'm Damian Foster,” Damian shook Tom's hand. “Thomas Peterson, but you can call me Tom.” the model smiled. “I hope he was good to you, Ave.”

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

he asked. Dave stiffened immediately, stepping back. Jason smiled. “Afraid to answer?” he mocked. “Or cat got your tongue?” Dave stayed silent still for some reason, he was afraid of Jason finding out and Jason chuckled. “Stay out of my way,” he said quietly, his voice turning deadly. “Or I’ll crush you.” Then he walked off. as the whistle blew. First Half, The game kicked off. On Team A— the Dominanters: The main players are Trevor, Noah, Rolex and Tom. the rest are their supporters

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!" Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could only hear one side of the conversation and what Mark was saying didn't make much sense. But it was great how he had figured out that Damien was a werewolf and that there wasn't anything to get overly freaked out about. At least that part was going according to her plan. However, her lover and her new friend were hitting it off right away. Excluding her from the conversation. She had to admit, it mad

“Well I’m not, and you don’t get to call me ‘Princess’. Maybe you can call your daughter that.” “And second of all,” he continued without missing a beat, not minding what I’d just said. “I’m a very loyal soldier to Damon, unlike Julian, who was a prick to the very end. Everyone knew how much of a perverted prick he was, and trust me when I say we all saw his death coming. He undermined the boss’s wrath too many fucking times.”

Good question. “The other times the Alpha has left to attend the Alpha’s Meetings, he had to take his Luna. Seeing as the Luna was… disposed… he took someone else. Since Alpha Shane has not found his mate, he would need to take his Beta and his Gamma,” Gamma Trent answered. “I would also advise you take your strongest warriors.” “Do I not look capable of protecting myself?” I asked. Trent looked toward Mave before bowing his head.

Everything was going to be fine. "You're going to like this team. Some of the guys have been slacking off a little, so expect some tension when you walk into the room. Damon's going to come in and talk to the team at nine. He's pissed about some of the things that have slipped through the cracks, and rightly so. It's going to get ugly before it gets better," Ben chuckled and got into the back of the cab.

I whispered. Luna Astraea smiled and leaned forward, brushing my hair back like a mother would. “You remind me of who I used to be. Before the throne, before the war. Strong. Stubborn. Soft where it counts.” We both laughed softly at that. Then the front door opened again, and Damien stepped in, black coat slung over his arm. “Teams are ready,” he said, tone brisk but eyes locked on mine. “We’ve started the search.” I stood, meeting him halfway.

“A man?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “We don’t have a full identity yet, his digital footprint is slippery. But my team is tracking him. Once we pin down who he is and connect the dots between him and Miss Calver, that’s when we’ll make our move.” My mind instantly darted to the people I’d seen hovering around Dante’s world over the past months. Board members. Associates. Employees. Could it be someone close? Someone Dante trusted? Or just another outsider with a grudge?

he continued with no warmth in it. "You don't deserve it." That was when I looked up. Damon Voss was taller than me by half a foot, built like someone who spends spare time lifting weights. "Lucian disagrees," I said "Lucian has his reasons." Damon stepped closer. "Reasons that have nothing to do with hockey." I stood up and met his eyes. "What do you want Damon?" "I want to know what you are." "You know what I am. I'm a player on the team."