Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

I listened in shock as he summarized every detail. "Did you do a background check on me?" I asked angrily. "Sure. I need to know everything about you." He muttered in a 'duh' tone. "Why?" I asked. "Why not." I really hate when he does that. Replying my question with another question. "You see Mr. Interviewer....." "It's Damian. I don't really like it when others call me by my name but I'm giving you the privilege of doing so." He said. Who does he think he is??

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

The name that popped up in the caller ID infuriated me even more. Screw him. All of them. I slid up the answer icon and placed the phone against my ear, not uttering a word. “Just a little reminder,” Damon’s deep voice filtered through the speaker, stealing my breath as usual. “Anyone that looks at you the wrong way would have his eyes plucked out by me. Anyone puts a finger on you, I’ll cut all ten fingers off.” I sucked in my breath as I listened to him, knowing all too well that he wasn’t bluffing. “So, if you don’t wanna see me get violent, or shed some blood, you’d better warn them to steer clear.”

Amara Voss was flawless, radiant, confident and untouchable. And tonight, she was going to make the world believe it. Damien had stayed behind in Italy, his motives still veiled in smoke and shadows. He was an enigma. He had given her everything—money, access, a pedigree built from carefully forged documents and whispered recommendations in high places. It was all polished and undeniable. Even the most suspicious would find no cracks. She had asked him once why he helped her, but his answer had been nothing more than a half-smile and silence. One day, she would rip the truth from him. But not tonight. Tonight, the fish she meant to gut were much closer.

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

Any authorities involved with me did, so where was it? DAMON Damon sat at home staring at the news report on James. They showed his mother, who talked about him like he was an amazing person. She wanted everyone to be at the school tonight, to light a candle and raise it in the air for him. That poor woman, Damon thought. She found out so much about her son in the past week. First, he was an abuser, an attempted murderer, and now... he was murdered. That's a lot to go through. His cell rang. He picked it up, not quite taking his eyes off the TV.

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.

After last week’s press conference stunt, this was the compromise public reconciliation, private control. Sign, and the investigation talk “goes away.” Refuse, and I’m benched indefinitely for “conduct detrimental.” Simple. Clean. Calculated. Victor finally lifts his gaze. “Security let you in?” “I didn’t ask security.” Damon looks different in a suit. Sharper. Harder. Boston blue traded for charcoal gray. But his eyes are the same steady, storm-dark, fixed on me. My goal is simple. Protect my career. Keep playing. Keep fighting from inside.

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I was still so weak from my earlier spell. "I will, soon enough. But I have something to tell you…" Tamera said gravely, so that I was forced to look at her and pay attention. "What is it? What do you have to tell me that can’t be said back at Elijah's pack land?" "it's related to what you just witnessed. What you just saw is happening in real time. Damien raised those dead people, and is making minions out of them. And you can guess where he's sending them to." Tamera said and I thought for a moment before gasping in shock.