Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

Inside the cavernous space, fluorescent lights flickered over crates and rusting machinery. At the center stood a man in his late thirties sharp suit, smug grin surrounded by three armed thugs. Multiple monitors showed footage of Raven and Damien: the hotel balcony, the mansion bedroom, even earlier clips from their secret encounters. “Damien Vale,” the man said, spreading his arms. “Or should I call you Daddy? Took you long enough.” Damien stepped into the light, pistol already drawn. “You made the mistake of touching what’s mine.”

His hands were itching to torture her. "No, leave me... You bastard..." She screamed and jack slapped her hard. "Shut the fuck up whore..." He made her sit on the chair and tied her there, Jackson and Ashton were standing there with a smirk while watching jack torturing Emily. Damian cut that doctors every body part one by one slowly, making him scream in agony, finally he gave up and his soul left his body. By now damian was fully covered in his blood. He saw jack still waterboarding Emily and stopped him.

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

Damien Blackwood was not going to be used and discarded just because he had feelings for someone. Damien switched on the TV, and just as he expected, Ethan's live press conference was being broadcast across multiple channels. Damien's expression hardened as his eyes locked onto the caption under the headline: "Ethan Vale Denies Involvement With Damien Blackwood." He stared intently at the screen, all of his attention focused entirely on Ethan.

And then a letter, edges charred but still legible: Ethan - terminate the others once the deal closes. No witnesses. - D.V. For a second, my heartbeat stopped. D.V. Damian Vale. I told myself it couldn't be him - couldn't be real - but my hands were shaking too hard to lie. Everything I thought I knew about him... cracked. The man who'd whispered plans through midnight calls, who'd sworn to bring Ethan down - had once stood beside him. And now, the truth was bleeding through the ashes.

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

In my past life, they ruined my reputation for her. In this life, it was her turn to taste what it felt like to be a public laughingstock. At 3 PM, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. "Ava Miller." The familiar, cold voice came through. "You're smart." Damon. "But people who are too smart often die ugly deaths." "You think the U.S. Attorney can protect you?" He laughed coldly. "Naive." "I don't have time to play with you right now," his voice grew more dangerous. "But those wastes of space from the Miller family... I'll deal with them slowly."

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you