Tvd Damon Quotes Novels & Stories

“Yes. Everyone and their moms are into me.” Oh wow, who would've thought that the school's golden boy was a raging egomaniac. “Nahh dude, I'm still putting my money against that. I'm not even sure the dude’s completely straight.” Damian scoffed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him taking a long, slow swallow of his drink. “You're blind then, and I'll totally enjoy proving you wrong when I finally show you the video of him on his knees with my cock in his pretty mouth.”

“I thought my personal life wasn’t any of your concern.” A brief silence followed. Then Damien replied calmly, “At the moment, I’m less interested in your personal life than I am in whether you’re safe.” His answer caught me completely off guard. It wasn’t the cold calculation I had come to expect from him. I found myself telling him everything including the fake nurse, the attempted injection, the arrest, my father’s whispered warning. Damien listened without interrupting, his silence attentive rather than dismissive. When I finished, he said only one sentence. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

“Where’s your precious Kael now? Out playing hero? He can’t save you from this.” Lightning cracked outside, illuminating the room in a stark white flash. For a moment, I saw the full extent of his rage, the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands tightened around the knife’s handle. My heart lurched, but I refused to let him see my fear. “You’re pathetic, Damien,” I said, my voice steady now, fueled by a spark of defiance. “You think a knife is going to make me crawl back to you? You’re nothing but a coward.”

But the moment I mentioned it, Damien looked completely lost. “You’re too cool not to know things like this, Damien,” I teased, leaning back on the dining chair with my brow raised. He tilted his head slightly, that faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t watch movies,” he said flatly. “Just news broadcasts and sports highlights. So forgive me if I don’t know who Tyler Penny is.” I froze for a second, then burst into laughter so hard my eyes watered. “It’s Tyler Perry, Damien!” I managed between laughs, clutching my stomach. “Oh, never mind. That’s why you have me to educate you on things beyond the stock market and breaking news.”

--- Damon is the only one still standing. He's still got his gun raised. Still pointing it at me. His eyes are wet. His hands are steady. "Let her go," he says. "Let her go, or I swear to God I'll—" "You'll what?" the thing asks. "Kill her? Kill the woman you love?" "I'll do whatever it takes." "You won't. You can't. You're weak. You're afraid. You're nothing but a broken soldier who couldn't save his own team."

I want to stand up and correct him, I want to tell everyone about the woman who accepted me without question, who saw through her son's walls, who wrote a letter that said "love is not something to be ashamed of." But that's not my place and definitely not today. A childhood friend goes next, ancient and trembling, sharing memories from decades ago, Vivian as a young bride, as a new mother, as a woman who loved gardening and hated small talk. This one is better. This one sounds like the woman I met, the one who saw through Damon's walls and loved him anyway. Then it's Damon's turn. He walks to the podium with measured steps, his posture perfect, his face revealing nothing. He unfolds a piece

But I answer, to hear what the idiot has to say. I answer, keeping my voice steady. “What do you want?” “Congratulations, Gabriel, you certainly move fast.”Damien speaks in that calm, almost amused tone that sets my teeth on edge. I narrow my eyes at the dark window. “If you have something to say, say it.” He chuckles softly. “I didn’t leak those photos, if that’s what you’re assuming but I have to admit, seeing the two of you like that, it made quite the impression. You always did have a taste for beautiful risks.”

This was the voice of the Pope, who is dead now. The man was seated in the backseat of his car as his driver started the engine of the car. He looked at the gun in his hand and a smirk formed on his lip.. " I fucking hate when someone give me their shitty suggestions." The man rasped in his dark tone. The man was DAMON. •••• As soon as they entered the penthouse, Ivan slammed Ember to the wall, making her cry out in pain and fear, he was looking extremely dangerous right now.

Like it was I who had done him wrong and not the other way around. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.” I spat out angrily. Damon’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth formed a big O. Then, he turned his head to look at our parents, who were standing behind him, watching the events unfolding with their very own eyes. “See that, Mom and Dad. I told you. Damian is a monster. He had no qualms about killing his own brother.” He said, sounding like a little boy who had fallen prey to a predator like me.

he replied casually, his tone light and nonchalant. I scoffed inwardly at his response, refusing to let myself be swayed by his easy charm. "Sure, that's what they all say," I muttered under my breath, my skepticism evident in the sharpness of my tone. Damon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure. "Seriously, though," he insisted, his gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge. "I just enjoy the atmosphere here. And besides, it's nice to see a familiar face."