Tvd Damon Quotes Novels & Stories

His tone was laced with sarcasm and it irked Ava because she didn't like her parents to be insulted by strangers. “Don't talk about my parents like that! You don't know who they are” Ava turned defensive. “Then fucking behave, get out of the car with a smile, I'm not your regular kind of guy, any stupid thing you do is going straight to the media, so behave, I'm paying you two million for this, stop acting like you're getting kidnapped,” Damien snapped, and Ava sluggishly got out of the car.

I couldn't believe my ears, “you did what was best?Can you listen to yourself? you ran away? And you call it what was best?. Is this some kind of sick joke on your path?” “That was the best thing to do at the time” Damon argued. “oh please, you had just one assignment and you messed it up” I shouted, drawing the attention of the few rogues around. I could see the frown building up on Damian's face, he slowly took a step closer, his tall figure towering over me but I wasn't intimidated by his size. “I won't stand here and watch you insult me in front of my men” Damon growled.

“Mom always said Grant was a lot of things, but a rapist wasn’t one of them. However, he did make comments about some girls so he could have changed, but yes, regardless of what the outcome is, we have to try to save her.” “I guess the only thing left is to actually question Cynthia.” Damian said after a long pause. “And that means from the moment I tried to kill her.” “Are you ready to visit your past?” I asked, suddenly nervous with his answer.

NI⁠CO POV “She’s just t⁠o⁠o scared‌, man,” Dam‌on muttered,‌ d‍ragging bot‍h hands thro‍ugh his‍ hai⁠r. “She’s n⁠ot goi⁠ng to fucking open it.” I didn’t look at‍ him‍. “Y‍ou n⁠eed to work o‍n your pati‍ence, little brother,”‌ I said calmly. “‌P⁠atience‌ is a virtue.”

“Ew. Don’t you dare.” “I’m serious,” Johnson continued, grinning. “I’m done with small girls. I want older women now. Mature. Experienced.” “I don’t care what you say with you mouth ,” Damon snapped. “Just keep my mom out of it.” Johnson leaned closer. “She might end up wanting to be my —” The car slowed suddenly. “Finish that sentence,” Damon said coldly, “and I’ll book you a flight back to France today.” Johnson lifted both hands. “Relax. Joke.”

A beat, ‍“But‌ n⁠ow th⁠at he’s g‍one I’m fa‍ir game.” The a⁠i‌r in the room shifts‌ ag‍ain, col‌d. “You won’t⁠ w⁠orry about them ag‍ain,” Damian say and thi⁠s time his voice isn‌’t lo‍u‍d. It’s was lethal. “They w‍on’t live long enough.” And fo‌r the fir‍s⁠t time sinc‍e I walk‌ed into his⁠ life, I don’t see a monster what I see a man who is ve‍ry, very good at ending other m‍onsters‍.‍

“Why are people saying bad things about you on TV?” The question, so simple, pierced Damon deeper than any headline. He crouched down, trying to steady his voice. “Sometimes people lie, buddy. Or they don’t understand the whole story.” Mason frowned. “Did you do something bad?” Damon hesitated. The silence stretched. “I made a mistake when I was younger. A big one. But I learned from it. And I try every day to be better.” Mason nodded solemnly. “You’re still my hero.”

Is this a interview or a worship session? “… with all that said we would like to ask how the journey to the top seems, it would be nice if you just said something to motivate the younger generation.” the anchor said with a dashing smile as she stared at Damien unable to take her eyes off him. Bitch!! She's definitely thinking about fucking him... With his signature smile, Damien cleared his throat as the camera focused on him and he had on a smug look with a smirk twitching at the edge of his lips.

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.

Damon nodded and stood in front of the mics and flashing cameras. "its a pity that your shipment with such amount of goods were burnt to fire. Do you have any idea how did this happen?", one man asked. "the search is going on... we have no clue yet", Damon answered. "can you give us the information about your tremendous loss", another man asked. Eva who was sitting on the couch watching the interview curled her lips coldly and said, "as if he would speak truth about the drugs on media", Eva talked to herself.