Tvd Damon Novels & Stories

“I know you won’t do that, but it’s really hard to say that right now, Tina is so hot… I won’t even wanna hold back without giving her what she wants.” Damien closed his eyes and I noticed his Adam’s apple pop up and down. He agreed with me with a nod. “It was hard, but I didn’t let her get to me that night. She came to my room with just a towel, claiming a ghost was in her room… how much more now I have my mate in the house?” I nodded, Damien is virtuous. I am not as good as he is. He has never had a girlfriend or seen a woman ever since our father died.

I tried every time to cover up with a smile and definitely became the funny one. Everything was going absolutely fine and lovely, seeing wonderful and beautiful faces. Naomi is actually a very striking beauty and I could see it wasn’t just a race for only damon. Well I’m happy for Damon, he was boldly fighting for a lady for the first time in how long. Since his mom's death, he couldn’t care less for any other lady and put a great distance to any lady. If there’s anyone who knows Damon more than his mom and Daniel then it’s me. He was extremely down and was very scared of getting too close to any lady who would want to replace his mom and he wasn’t ready to give anyone that space in his hear

The SUV cut through the winding mountain roads, headlights slicing through the mist. The Draven convoy—three black vehicles moving in tight formation—headed toward the Catskills cabin, the tension inside thick enough to choke on. Damon sat in the backseat with Sarah, his hands clasped together, eyes locked on the road. “Who was in the photo?” she finally asked. Damon hesitated. “Someone I once trusted. Someone I once loved.” Sarah turned toward him. “What happened to them?”

"And try not to die again. It's bad for my health." I let out a watery laugh. "I'll do my best." And then he was gone. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the door, feeling the warmth of his presence lingering even in his absence. I wasn't alone. No matter what happened next, I had people who cared. Who fought for me. And I would fight for them too. **** Damon's POV I stood outside the war room, staring at the reports in my hands. The more I went over them, the crazier it drove me. Patrol logs, security breaches, witness statements - it was all starting to align, forming a picture I didn't like.

her father asked. Damien rubbed her clit faster, fucking her with short, brutal strokes. Rori came violently, her scream muffled by his large hand as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him. Her legs shook so hard she would have collapsed without the desk. Damien buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her while her father stood right outside the door. “Everything’s fine, Mr. Vanderbilt,” Damien answered calmly, voice perfectly steady even as he kept grinding his cock inside her, pushing his seed deeper. “Just showing Miss Vanderbilt some new security protocols.”

I said, not taking my eyes off the screen. The movie was over, it was so good! "Did you see the guy that played Eddie Brock, oh my gosh Tom Hardy, you are one fine piece of specimen," I said with a smile from ear to ear! "What! He's not better looking than me," Damien said with an arrogant smirk. I turned to look up at him. He had one of his legs around me, and his arms around my waist, while I'm sitting with my back towards his chest. How did we even get into this position, I had no idea. I awkwardly cleared my throat, and tried to get up, but Damien wasn't letting go. He rested his head on my shoulder, "Can we stay like this forever," he asked while taking a whiff of my scent. I sat still

The ripple of doubt, confusion, and disbelief ran across the rows of gathered leaders and observers. One of the Elders, Elder Verran, narrowed his gaze. “The photos were verified through multiple sources. Do not insult this council with further lies.” Diana’s face twisted. She turned to Damien, voice softening. “You know me. You know I love you. I was just trying to protect what we could have—what we were meant to be.” I looked between the two of them, wondering how Damien would reply. “I never love you,” Damien replied, voice flat.

But to her surprise, Damian was standing there, staring at her. "What business does Damian have using the door?" she thought to herself. "He usually just appears inside and disappears outside anytime he likes." "Morning, Vivian... Can I come in?" Damian asked, his voice surprisingly gentlemanly. Vivian stared at him, unable to hide the fact that all she could see was a cold-blooded killer. "What do you want?" she asked, her face showing no emotion. "I want to talk," Damian answered calmly, as if nothing was wrong.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

Was the reason Valhalla? Damon sat in his personal lounge in his apartment, a tumbler of whisky sloppily in hand. The TV ran headlines in the background, flickering between news announcers, paparazzi video, and old pictures of him and Lillian at charitable events. He stared at the screen hardly at all. One arm hung over the edge as he stretched out, the smooth leather chair under his form bending to fit him. His face revealed nothing, no humour, no annoyance. simply quiet.