Team Damon Or Team Stefan Novels & Stories

“We’ll know in a moment.” A few seconds later, Stefan emerged from the trees. He was as sensual looking as Leesa remembered, with his jet black hair falling to his shoulders, his impossibly dark eyes, and his lithe, athletic body. Stefan was less powerfully built than Rave, but according to Rave was physically stronger by far. Rave was faster, however, and possessed his volkaane fire besides. Both men were accounted among the most powerful of their respective kinds. If it ever came to a fight between them, Leesa knew it would be a battle unlike any other. Fortunately, she was pretty sure such a contest would never come to be.

My pack wouldn’t have followed me otherwise. “I am going state this out, loud and fucking clear, and you are all going to listen.” I said, looking around the pack members who were gathered behind their ‘Alpha’. “One insult toward Lea or toward any of the pack members, and I am going to be sure that your tongues are ripped out of your mouths. Whatever bullshit all of you think that you can put up, you are going to be forced to oblige yourself against. And I am going to be fucking sure that ALL of you learn that one way or the other. As for those who think that they can double cross me and that I am going to be letting them get away with it; I am not Stefano.”

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, causing bright red blushes to stain their cheeks.

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.

“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.”

Damon’s pov “There’s no fucking way you should be our coach when you have our opponent so close to you.” I knew he would be the first to speak, even if he didn't come for training. He’s been whining like a toddler since the beginning of this meeting, yet he intentionally put the team he says he cares so much about in a tough spot in the last match by backing out… Now I have one of my best players in injury, and I have to work with this asshole.

Sarah rested against him, her presence a calming anchor amid the chaos. Jordan walked over, leaning slightly against the table. “You two need to stay alert. The moment you’re distracted could cost us everything.” Damon smirked slightly. “Don’t worry. She’s my distraction and my strength. I can handle both.” Sarah raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You better. Otherwise, I’ll handle you.” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Night deepened, and the team moved into action. Jordan coordinated remotely, guiding Damon and Lou through surveillance feeds and tactical instructions. Maya stayed at the monitors, predicting move

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“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

Damian walked into the cafe, his team mates organized a welcome party for him, he wasn't interested but he figured it would do him a fat lot of good to take his mind off Cody for a while moreover the national E-sport competition was coming up and he had to give it his best as the leader of the team and the heartthrob of millions of fans.