Tvd Damon Quotes Novels & Stories

“This is insane! How are you not in prison?!” My voice trembled, but I shoved down the fear, stepping forward, eyes narrowing. “I know Alpha Steven can pull strings, but I saw you on the TV. There’s no way you walked out of that. What did you do, hire a doppelganger?!” Damien’s smirk was infuriating. He leaned in closer, too close, his breath hot against my face. His eyes gleamed, wild and untethered, like a man unraveling at the seams. “You were right,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

he said. “I envy you sometimes,” I said to him. “Hire a hitman Luce, then you can have it all,” he said to me. “Yeah and end up in jail,” I said and we both laughed. “You’re too beautiful to convict,” he said. “Please, you’re my brother, you have to say that,” I said to him. “Damon thinks so too, I see the way he looks at you, if you want my opinion he’s already a goner,” he said.

“This is Hazel, my second chance, mate. Now that she is here, there is no need to keep you around, Olivia” I felt a twitch in my heart after that statement came out of his mouth. Alpha Damon has found his second chance mate, and it’s not me.

Listening to Damien talk about his achievements was motivating. From his story, I could see a man who struggled and worked for every penny he had. An hour into our conversation, I yawned four times. “Are you dizzy honey?" Damien asked, turning off the Tv with the remote. I yawned again “mmm". He turned off the lamp and adjusted himself in bed.

Messages going back months. The words hung in the air. I read them again, slower. “Before we humiliate Reyna.” My throat closed up. I scrolled up, fingers trembling so bad I almost dropped the phone. Damon replies with a video of him stroking his cock, thick and hard, saying, “This is yours tonight. Hers is just the warm-up.”

Camera flashes explode every time I walk near a window. I stay in the living room, curtains half-drawn, tea untouched. Damian stands by the doorway, barking orders into his phone. “Block them off the private road. Hire extra security if you have to.” He listens for a beat. “I don’t care what it costs.” When he hangs up, I ask, “Do you even hear yourself?” He turns. “What?” “You’re talking like this is war.” “It is.” “Against who?” He stares at me. “Anyone who thinks they can tear you down.”

Tomás Damien gets us into the interview room where two flustered detectives sit in front of a completely shell-shocked McKenzy. “Mr. Blackwood, this is highly unusual,” one of them is enough of an idiota to say. Rafe snorts. Scott shakes his head. I just wait. Damien turns on the detective and strikes like a viper with his words. “And I’m hoping you like early retirement.” “What the hell does that mean?” the detective snaps back. He’s puffed up and stupid. Damien is going to eat him for breakfast.

"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?"

He lets out an exhausting sigh 'I really don't understand why he still makes us have dinner at his house every sunday,' Damon ponders as he strolls over from the full length glass walls giving him an overview of the city as the sun slowly rises, '….He knows I hate Jothan, I hate seeing the son of that whore who sent my mom to her early grave,' he huffs as his hands slightly curves into a fist, but releases it as he caught sight of it '...I know for a fact that he wants what's mine, and there's no way I’m gonna give that to him,' he pulls out his sit from under his desk as he drowns deeper in his thoughts

She is my angel, and I’ll do every damn thing to make her mine again. “You—I just learnt not to even give you opinions anymore because unless you realize it yourself your ass is too stupid to comprehend anything that has to do with emotions, you low EQ bastard making our mate cry,” Damon said. I just chuckled. “I know. I just hope it’s not too late.”