Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

A sleek, armored black SUV pulled up to the curb, its tinted windows rolling down with a smooth, mechanical hiss. Damon. He sat in the plush leather interior, completely dry, a cigarette resting between his lips. He looked out at my pathetic, rain-drenched form, his gaze raking over the ridiculous pink tulle and the mud staining my knees. A slow, dark smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. He didn't look pitying. He looked amused.

And Damon watched it all. Quietly. Carefully. Memorizing it. --- By evening, they returned. The villa stood quiet as usual. The car pulled in. Damon stepped out first. Then opened her side again. “Careful.” “I know,” she said, already used to it. He helped her out. One hand around her as they walked inside. The moment they entered— Damon’s eyes shifted. Sharp. Focused. There was someone there. Waiting. One of his men. A spy.

Damon: After Colton and Victoria ended their meeting with the Hernandez, I teleported back to my room. The bed where I'd left Tammy in the morning was empty. I stripped off my clothes, going into the bathroom for a cold shower. The cold water from the shower nozzles cascaded over me, washing away sweat and also helping to cool the anger I was feeling. I let my mind roam about on how I'd handle Colton and Victoria after getting to the bottom of things. As much as I wanted them dead, there was still a tiny part of me that hoped they'd have a good reason for wanting to kill me.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

“Dress up, we will meet him downstairs A FEW MINUTES LATER. Damien approached the living area where Mr Davenport sat. “Father” Damien said as we approached. “Have a seat, son,” Mr Davenport instructed, his voice firm. His gaze fixed on me as I sat next to Damien. “I do believe we have met” I bowed my head immediately. “Hello sir, I'm Vanessa Blackwood” “I know who you are, I have seen you in the news. I'm impressed by your work” He said with a nod of approval.

He wanted it all for himself. Vasily won the seat. He hired Damian to kill my father. After the job was done, he tried to silence Damian, but Damian escaped. Vasily couldn't afford to make noise, since Damian had already left the organization. So he sent Tina, his hidden illegitimate niece, to infiltrate Los Angeles and find out whether Damian had seen his face during the hit. By last December, Tina had finally tracked Damian down. By then, he was already my driver. She pretended to date him, spending his money like it was owed to her while quietly digging for information.

The sadness is quickly replaced by fury. Damien throws the camera on the bed. "Listen to me." He hisses. "You're going to pick that stupid book and this stupid camera and you're going to give them back to Vanessa!" He bends so close that I can feel his hot breathe on my face. "And tell her to stay away from my wife!" ***

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”