Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

The reflection of the restaurant flickers over the windowpane, blending strangers and headlights into a moving blur. I open the folder again, because of course I do. Some part of me can’t stop. Damon Vale stares back at me from a glossy phototaken at a conference, suit immaculate, expression unreadable. He looks like a man who never loses control of anything. Not his company. Not his secrets. I trace the line of his jaw with my eyes, studying every detail. He’s the kind of man people underestimate until it’s too late. The kind who makes enemies quietly and buries them just as silently.

I forced myself to focus on my work despite the situation. “Let the patient in,” I said as I fixed myself. Zoe left and another person entered. A tall man, looking rugged with his left ear piercing and horizontal scar on his cheek bone, entered and sat on the chair in front of me. “Damon?” I asked, unsure. He nodded, “Yeah. My eyes seemed to have problems. I’m losing vision at times.” I nodded. Damon del Real is Tyler's friend. He’s a lawyer and people call him the badass lawyer. His rugged appearance makes him look more dangerous and other lawyers fear him for being excellent in his job.

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

I’m right on the edge, about to cum all over their couch when I hear the front door open. My heart stops. Damien walks in first. His eyes land on the massive TV showing a girl getting destroyed, then on me — legs spread obscenely, three fingers buried deep in my soaked pussy, skirt around my waist, moaning like a slut. For one electric second, everything freezes. Then Damien moves like a predator. He grabs the remote and turns the TV off. In the same motion he storms over, hauls me up off the couch, and carries me straight into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind us with a click.

my voice edged with a tension that betrayed my bravado. Damon didn't move, didn't blink. He tilted his head to one side, watching me with the watchful eye of a predator eyeing its prey. And then, speaking with the smooth sound of steel, hit the nail right on the head. "Where is Tyla, Jonathan? What have you done with her?" the question landed like a blow. My face twitched, a flicker of something—guilt, fear, anger—passing through my hazel eyes before I masked it with a scowl. I squared my shoulders, crossing my arms as if to shield myself from the weight of Damon’s stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his tone clipped and defiant. “Tyla? Never heard of her.” I denied. D

Since Damon already made his command, he threw his face in another direction and couldn't see Amelia when she was using her eyes in place of a weapon. “ You heard me right?” He growled as he turned to look at Amelia. Their eyes cut each other. Amelia nodded her head in acceptance but continued washing her clothes instantly. Damon turned and left the room gently. As Damon got into his office, he was elated that he made it visible on his face. He kept smiling and smiling, not minding that he was alone. He sat gently on his seat and picked a remote control. With it, he turned on a wide-screen television that was hung opposite his table. Just after booting on, from the screen, he could see Ameli

Tavia said. Sometimes i don't understand her. This minute she will be angry with him, next minute she will say she is talking to Cayden. ..........END OF FLASHBACK........ Knock! Knock! Knock! A knock on the door brought me out of my reverie. "Come in." I said. I saw Damien walk through the door into my house. Well he has been visiting me to make sure i don't commit suicide after Tavia told Cayden she would kill herself. "Hi." He said awkwardly.

“Sit here and eat.” “Hun, you do realize that he is Javier Summers, the CEO of Summers Entertainment and not me aka your caring husband, right?” Tanner shook his head, watching his partner act like he was Javier’s mother instead of a friend of Ella. “Tone yourself down a bit and do not be so bossy.” “Well, I do not give a flip who he is. He is more useful if he is healthy.” Then Damon turned to Javier and lifted one brow. “Do you need me to sit you down and feed you?”

Without a moment's hesitation, she picked up her skirts and ran towards it, not caring if she was causing a lot of noise now. She grabbed the remote right off the coffee table and pointed it at the television. The screen blared to and Damien appeared before her. He was standing behind a podium right in front of the lobby of Romero headquarters, cameras flashing at him in such a frenzy that it was barely possible to see him clearly but he was there. He looked...exactly the same. As though he'd never left her three years ago, making her plunge into a life of mystery and waiting. His tall, imposing self nearly filled the screen, and blocking out the number of guards and directors who stood behi

Damon asked through the mind link. “Outside, under one of the trees, away from the reception,” I replied before closing the link. In a few minutes, he was already there and settled down beside me after kissing me. “Look out how Xavier is sucking aggressively.” He commented. “Yeah, he was crying earlier. He seems to be very hungry.” I replied. I looked at Damon only to see him looking at my boobs wishfully. “And why are you looking at me like that?” I questioned. “I can’t wait for Xavier to stop breastfeeding so I can get my breasts back.” He said naughtily, and I tapped him playfully on his arms.