Tvd Damon Quotes Novels & Stories

Sinclair’s eyes are shining as he returns my sentiments, trying to fit a lifetime of love and emotion into a few words. “I believe in you.” I reply tearfully. “Damon is no match for you, Dominic. He’s a little boy who got hold of a big stick and he thinks he can make us all back down. You’re going to prove him wrong, you’re going to show him what a weak little insect he is.”

“Tell me where Leonard is now, or you won't get out of this place alive.” Tedy just chuckled, although his face showed pain. “Did you really think I would talk? I'd rather die than betray Leonard.” Damian stepped forward, giving Tedy a deadly glare. “Then I'll make sure you get what you want,” he said coldly. He pulled a chair in front of Tedy and sat down, displaying an eerie calmness. “You know, Tedy,” Damian began to speak in a low voice, ”I don't like violence. But if it's the only way to get answers from you, I won't hesitate.”

“‘Return my queen to me or I will reclaim her.’ The audacity of that bastard is beyond me.” Damom let out a dry laugh. “But we have got to admit it, he’s got some balls.” “It’s not just him running his mouth,” I replied while shaking my head. “He truly means it and from what we have seen… he’s powerful and he can back everything he says up.” Damon went quiet for a while then leaned back on his elbows. “You know,” he started, his voice low and casual, “I have never seen you this worked up over anything. Not even when we found out what Sheila had done or even when that witch was killing all the children.”

Her hair stuck to her face, water dripping from her lashes as she stood there, looking at him like she couldn’t believe what was happening. “Get out,” Damon’s voice boomed from the speakers, his words unmistakable. “How dare you mother fucking asshole " I laughed loudly at his pathetic self. " How dare you mother fucking asshole?" I mimicked with a funny face. “You bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “What the hell! Men are the worst!" A female nurse mumbled. "Shit!" Damon’s voice cracked as he stepped closer to the TV, his hand reaching out like he could somehow stop what was playing. “This is taken out of context. This is—this is fake!”

You’ll find it in the envelope. Your loving hubby, Dami. Davina’s voice erupted, sharp and furious. “I am not your wife, you bastard! What game are you playing? I will destroy you! If the day ever comes when I have to be your wife, I’ll kill myself before it happens!” Damon’s chuckle slid through the silence, smug and unbothered.

Tajsa ~ “Oh, you are so scratching where it should not be itching.” Damon ~ “Believe me; I already have an itch that needs some attention.” Tajsa ~ “Really? What kind of attention?” Damon ~ “The one that needs to be in you.” Tajsa ~ “Then why don't you drop that pants and bring them on over here.” I drop my pants and walk on over to her. Tajsa ~ “Damn Damon, I was joking.” Damon ~ “Fuck your face is an absolute classic.” Tajsa ~ “When on earth did you get so buff?”

Take note also that his hospital had the best and fairest doctor of any field. Damon pressed the button of his telecom, making a statement. “Cancel all my damn meetings today,” he said. Scratching his beard as he made up a plan. First, he wanted to make sure that his toy/ the one he loved but doesn’t dare to say it, will always be his. And so, he thinks damn well. In less than a minute, he thought of a bright idea. “Let’s see what you got, fucker. In this game, you started, that fuckface of yours will cry like a baby,” and a devilish laugh escaped from his mouth as it occupies the whole room.

The name that popped up in the caller ID infuriated me even more. Screw him. All of them. I slid up the answer icon and placed the phone against my ear, not uttering a word. “Just a little reminder,” Damon’s deep voice filtered through the speaker, stealing my breath as usual. “Anyone that looks at you the wrong way would have his eyes plucked out by me. Anyone puts a finger on you, I’ll cut all ten fingers off.” I sucked in my breath as I listened to him, knowing all too well that he wasn’t bluffing. “So, if you don’t wanna see me get violent, or shed some blood, you’d better warn them to steer clear.”

I couldn't blame Damon for being scared of Vladivostok when there was a time I used to be dead scared of him. Tiana's laughter filled the room, as she squatted gripping her knees for support, tears shimmered at the end of her crinkled eyes but she didn't stop. "Come on Tati, how can you laugh about this? I thought that was going to be the last day of my life." Damon rasped and let out a breath. "I thought your favourite statement is I'm scared of no one." She muttered amidst laughter. "Just shut up!" Damon fumed. Tiana's laughter died down, "alright, alright. I'm no longer laughing." She coughed, an effort to hide her glee.

**Leon:** That’s… not something I do. **Damian:** yet. doesn’t mean you couldn’t. just you. nothing with your face if you don’t want. or with it. your choice. I’d keep it to myself. no one else. just something to look at while I think about the rest of what I already told you