Team Damon Or Stefan Novels & Stories

Both wore similar get-ups to Stefan's, and their hair was also dreadlocked, but their faces were much more guarded compared to hers. "Are these the ones joining us?" I asked, looking up at the colossal men that hovered over me. Damn, they were huge. "That’s right." Stefan confirmed. "This is my beta, Osiris, and my delta, Dex." Nodding, I continued to take in the stoic men. "They don’t seem very thrilled." I pointed out. "Did you force them along?" "Of course not!" Stefan huffed. "They’re just shy." Shy, I had a hard time believing such large men could be shy. However, before I could actually convince myself otherwise, Nazhoni bounced forward, leaning in much too close and examining both, ca

Damon felt both proud and humbled to have such a loyal group of friends who would stand by him in any challenge. As the team began to strategize, Charles chimed in with suggestions and ideas. Damon nodded, taking everything into account, and began to delegate tasks to his other team members. He knew their strengths well and was sure to assign roles that would best suit each individual. Every detail was important. Damon double-checked that their equipment was in good order, ensuring that each member was armed and ready for battle. He took a deep breath, feeling a weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

The door opens. Ethan first. My boyfriend. My anchor. He walks in and his eyes find mine and he smiles – steady, warm, I've got you – and the panic in my chest dissolves. Behind him: four men. Damon – tall, Black, built like an athlete, with a jaw that could cut steel. His eyes are dark and calm and he looks at me the way a man looks at something he's been given permission to devour. Nico – shorter, stocky, Italian heritage evident in his olive skin and dark curls. Thick arms. Thick hands. A cocky grin that says he knows exactly what he's good at.

“Whatever. I’m Team Damon all the way.” “You’re only saying that because he’s your friend.” “No.” He shook his head. “I’m saying it because I know him. And when Damon fights for something, he fights with everything.” “Well, I’m Team Simon,” she said firmly. “For someone to rebel against his mother? Damon is light work.” He raised a brow. “Wanna bet?” “I really shouldn’t be betting on my sister’s love life.” “Come on,” he coaxed. “Just between us. No one has to know.”

"People are also desperate to see who you pick. They've formed hashtags already. #Team Damvy and #Team Kivy." This is entirely ridiculous I agree, but it doesn't stop me from finding this whole thing amusing. "So which one are you?" "Team Damvy from day one!" I find myself furrowing my brows. "Is anything wrong with Karl?" "Of course not, but I just like Damon better." Damon is a charmer, a sweet talker like the people in most of Roxie's erotica so I'm not surprised at her choice. Karl walks into the class, the entire class conversation stops, as though they're waiting for something to happen.

After the ownership battle that turned into headlines and boardroom bloodshed. Elena secured majority control of the Kings two months ago. Victor stepped down with a smile that promised revenge. And Damon? He stayed in Boston. Contract locked. Pride intact. We both made it to the final anyway. Of course we did. We were always going to meet here. Boston pushes early. Fast. Aggressive. Damon moves like he has something to prove. Every pass is sharp. Every check is calculated. He doesn’t look at me when we cross paths, but I feel him.

But Damon didn’t pull away. Not until the world itself seemed to pause. When he finally stepped back, his voice was steady. “Let me clarify something for everyone.” The room held its breath. “Luca Raines isn’t a rumor.” Damon’s fingers were still wrapped around Luca’s. “He’s my partner.” Shock rippled through the crowd. “And if anyone has a problem with that” His gaze swept across the watching executives. Including Matteo. “They can take it up with me.” Silence. Heavy.

“So… what’s your relationship with Stefano Donath, exactly?” Damon shrugged, picking up his wine glass. “It’s okay.” That was it. No explanation. No details. Just ‘okay.’ I didn’t believe that for a second. Coming from Damon, ‘okay’ could mean anything from ‘we play golf sometimes’ to ‘I owe him a blood debt.’ “Just ‘okay’?” I pressed, leaning forward. “What do you actually think of him? As a person.” He swirled the dark liquid in his glass, thinking. “He’s smart. Ambitious. Ruthless when he needs to be. A typical Alpha.”

"Sounds exciting, though," "Yeah," Leah agreed. "Did Damon and Ryland agree to have us on the team?" "Yeah," Bliss replied. "Oh, here they are," Damon and Ryland are two guys I only know by name, although they've been in our previous classes. I don't really bother to get to know a lot of people. They took their seats at our table. "Hi," Leah and I greeted the boys. "Hi, I'm Damon Yang. Nice to meet you," the guy with the sweet smile introduced himself first.

Then it occurred to me—this was Damien Moreno, Dominic's brother that was after his life and the organization. Damien got up from his crouching position and turned to look at the man. “Well, what do we do now?” “What do you mean ‘what do we do now?’ We have to put things together. Dominic is smarter than you give him credit for. He's not going to let this go without a fight.” The man said. “Trust me, Steve, these girls are important to him, he'd do anything to get them back.” The man—whose name is Steve—sighed and brought his fingers to his temple. “Are you always this stupid?”