Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

“You’ll receive a package by morning. A list of everything you’ve buried over the last six years. Affairs. Payouts. Tax fraud. If you don’t retract every word you’ve said about Ariella Vale, I’ll make sure every editor in this country sees it.” Roarke swallowed. “She’s not worth this war.” “She’s the only war I’ve ever volunteered for,” Damon said. Roarke left. Marcus walked in. “That was one way to silence a journalist.” “It’s the only language some people understand,” Damon said. I found Damon in the rooftop garden that evening. He wasn’t drinking. Just standing, arms crossed, watching the city he owned try to tear him apart. “You used his mother against him?” I asked. He turned, unfazed.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

He said and Thamer slowly put Damon's heart inside the wooden box. I felt relieved from all the bad things that happened to us. From the first day of school where I met Professor Damon Salvatore, who was an Incubus demon vampire. Then I soon realized that he was the one who always visited me at night in my dream. And when I found out that my so so-called mate Tore who always appeared in my dreams when I was a child, was the demon father of Thamer, the guy whose dark eyes look captivated and his dimples, so cute when he smiled at me. He was my crush until we both fell in love with each other.

He looked at Vince, waiting. “What?” Vince asked. “I gave you a job,” Damien said coolly. “It’s been three months.” Vince sighed. “Damien, I don’t think your mystery woman is real. No match so far. She could be married, living on some island—” “She’s real,” Damien cut in. “Even if she’s married, I need closure. Watching her video, imagining her next to me….it’s unhealthy.” “You have a video?” Vince’s eyes widened.

“WHAT?! HOW?! YOU SAID SHE CAME ALONE!” “YOU UNDERESTIMATED MY WIFE!” A deep, powerful voice shouted from the entrance. I looked up and saw him. Damien was standing there, holding a gun in each hand, looking like an avenging angel. His eyes were cold, deadly, and furious. “AND YOU UNDERESTIMATED ME!” He started walking forward, shooting anyone who came near him. He was like a god of war. Untouchable. “DAMIEN!” I screamed. He looked at me, his eyes softening for a second. “GET DOWN, VIOLET! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”

Maybe it was because I had freed myself of the burden of that lie. *** *** *** “You won't believe what I'm watching,” Damion said as soon as I picked his call. “What now?” I asked, logging my schedule for the rest of the week into my automated AI assistant. “Dave Whyte is on national fucking televison. And this is not the only channel he's going to be speaking with from the look of things.” I took a second to process what he had just told me. “This shit cannot be happening, Damion. Why are you telling me this? You were supposed to take care of it.”

Heavy ones. Something cold slides down my spine. I wipe my hands on a towel that’s already damp and reach for the remote. The twins are still bickering in the background. Normal noise. Normal life. I turn on the TV. And there he is. Damien. Sharp suit. Calm smile. That same controlled expression he wore the day he told me the babies couldn’t be his. Behind him are cameras. Flashing lights. A banner with gold lettering. The reporter is glowing.

He said for Damien to close his eyes. “I know you loved her man but women… “My mother is the only woman I love and who truly loves me. That’s how I picture the world I’m in and with Beverly's disgusting act, I have finally believed it” he said for Mason to hold and squeeze his shoulder. “So what are you going to do with old man Vladimir's request I’m very sure Daniel is excited to see you out of that seat.” He said but Damien didn’t respond “Have you found out who sent the video?” He asked but still got no response and instead, Damien wore his helmet.

He had seen. He stood in the doorway, expression unreadable. His eyes flicked from my tear-streaked face to the USB drive still plugged into my laptop. “You watched it,” he said quietly. I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight with betrayal and fear. Damien stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He moved slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. When he reached the bed, he sat on the edge and looked at me. “Ask me,” he said. I wiped my tears angrily. “Is it true? Did you really destroy all those people? Blackmail them? Use women and throw them away like trash?”

“I made my daughter strong. If you can’t see that then perhaps yours failed.” Damon matched Vladimir’s step, smoke now curling off his shoulders as it seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Heat blasted me where I stood at his side, but I didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare touch him either. I made that mistake years ago and had a missing fingerprint on my left digit to show for it. “Damon, don’t.” I said in warning. Vladimir ignored him. “I imagine its powerful if Pamela couldn’t coax it to the surface. She’s quite effective. Other families pay handsomely for her services.”