Tvd Damon Quotes Novels & Stories

When a tornado meets a volcano All I know is that I love you too much to walk away now. "Do you really think this of me? Are you fucking kidding me, Ashley? Do you really think I WILL KILL YOUR MOTHER? I WILL SLEEP WITH SOMEONE? EVEN IF I DAILY SAY I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING!" shouted Damon in anger. "But you...." Said Ashley, but Damon stopped her and gave the deadliest stare, which really gave Ashley chills.

Damon raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Even if I can't find the camera, I'll remember about it, it’s no big deal, I'll go back the same way, it's just that I'll have to walk a few more kilometers." A hint of shock flashed through her eyes. Knowing that Damon was smart, he had a sharp memory. But she didn't expect him to be smart enough to do that. Damon raised an eyebrow at Aurora: "If you want to compliment me, just say it." She snorted coldly, "You wish.” [What did Mr Dumont say just now? You can't watch a variety show without some culture?]

People just don’t see it yet. Damon must’ve noticed the faint smile I couldn’t hide. “Wow,” he said softly. “That’s a real smile. Haven’t seen one of those since… actually, never.” I gave him a blank look. “Don’t you have errands?” He shrugged. “Sure, but this is way more entertaining. Look at you — the mighty Vincent Evans, texting poetry like a teenager in love.” “Damon.” He grinned. “Alright, fine, I’ll leave you to your emotional crisis.”

Damon "Do you really plan on not having dinner at all because it's already past 10pm?” Damian asked, as he made his way to chair before me. Without looking up from my laptop, I replied. "I do not feel hungry." "You are never hungry, Damon,” Damian remarked, leaning in. Rolling my eyes, I looked up, leaned back and demanded. "Why are you here?" "No reason." "There's always a reason with you, Damian." "Uh, you know me so well,” he teased, smiling sheepishly.

“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!”

They snuggled down into the cushions and curled up together. She found a TV station that had some inane action movie with the perpetual surfer dude Keanu Reeves in it. She didn't think he was bad looking, but the minute he opened his mouth, he sounded like a pothead and a moron. Damien was completely fascinated and repulsed by the whole thing. Every time some fantastic explosion or stunt would happen he would look up at her. "It's all Hollywood make believe, dear. It's not real."

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

“We are going to do a lot of naughty things together, so brace up. You can’t be embarrassed every time I talk about something intimate.” Damon was an interesting character. We’d only known each other for two weeks but it felt like we’d known each other forever with how free he was with me. That was also what he was asking of me; to be as free with him as he was with me. “Tell me you’ll stop getting embarrassed.” “I’ll try.” “Good girl.” I was oddly flattered by his praise. “Because when I do fuck you, my name will be the only thing in your mouth and I don’t want you to think back on it and have cheeks that would be as red as your ass.”