Team Damon Or Team Stefan Novels & Stories

Stefan demanded, voice deep, commanding—though beneath it simmered both fury and unease. “Well, good evening to you too,” Damian replied with a slow, wicked smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. His tone was mocking, venom dripping from each syllable. Stefan’s frown deepened, jaw tightening. “Why have you brought your army to my doorstep? And why do you hold my pack members captive?” Stefan’s voice rose, echoing in the charged air.

That was why I thought we were more blessed than humans including childbirth, we always have it easier than the humans. "Alright, you won this time. Add anything you think a baby would need because I am already beat." I informed her, before taking my phone and scrolling through the net. Damon had traveled out of the country to join his football team. Although he had missed several days of rehearsal, his coach had let him remain on the team when he realized that he could not do without him. Damon is the best football player he has ever had and after one or two rehearsals he had since he went back, he had gone back to beating his team members.

“Look, Elies, just come to the game. No pressure to pick sides or anything. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Damien scoffed. “No pressure? She’s obviously going to pick me.” Elies looked at Jenna, silently begging her for help. Jenna just grinned. “You’re on your own, girl.” As the conversation continued, Damien and Chris both seemed determined to outdo each other. Damien boasted about his skills on the field, while Chris emphasized the importance of teamwork and strategy. “I’m going to score at least three goals,” Damien declared. “I’d rather win as a team than focus on individual stats,” Chris said, his tone pointed.

He walked towards the back door to where Cesare had resumed playing after we came back from our hiding. "Are we done?" he asked when he opened the door. I shrugged. Later, Dominic leaves to join Cesare outside. I dropped on the small couch in the lounge area. So this was how things were going to be between the two of us now? He was still as controlling even when he was with us on a full-time basis. Another thought popped into my head, but I pushed it away, which only made it come back with a vengeance and occupy the front row seat in my mind.

She started, clearing her throat. Damon threw his head back, This is really his life now. This woman is his wife, and he's stuck with her. Is this really how he gets to live for the rest of his life? This woman has to leave or he's going to lose his fucking mind! “Can you believe that this man made me a team leader after firing my team leader? The question is, why was she fired anyway? Tita is very experienced for that position, it doesn't make sense.”

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.

He's not what you think," I murmured, the memory of his mouth against mine in the humid locker room rushing back with a fierce, burning heat that made my ears ring. Before Leo could push further, the heavy double doors at the back of the green room swung open, and Stefan walked in, followed closely by Adrian and the team's head PR director, a terrifyingly efficient woman named Sandra who was currently barking orders into a headset. Stefan was in his official home jersey—the deep midnight blue of the Aurora Wolves, the heavy white 'C' stitched over his heart like a shield—and the sight of him completely filled the room, his jaw set into a hard, unyielding line that told me Coach Ward’s lectur

He took a deep breath, feeling a weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Finally, everything was in place. Damon stood tall, proud of his team's preparation and camaraderie. "Let's head out, guys. Together, we will show Lucas what we're made of. There are other voting points that would definitely be won by Lucas. We need to steal some ballots from there." he said with conviction. Charles gave Damon a sly grin, injecting a sense of playfulness into the group. "You got it, boss. Let's go give them a show," he said as they all set off with a spring in their step.

“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.”

His friends exchanged incredulous glances, their disbelief palpable, yet Donovan remained steadfast, a sense of tranquil resolution enveloping him. In that fleeting moment, amidst the shattered illusions of the night, all he could envisage was the day he would claim Boma as his own, their fervent devotion igniting a future where their love would reign supreme, amidst a world of fleeting desires and hollow triumphs, a testament to the enduring power of true passion. "Donovan!" a friend of his hailed. "P. O one and only!" Other praises began to ring. "Leader one!" "Lion!" "We are loyal!" "SUG president to be!" "Who can stand?" "They have not been born!" "Congratulations!"