Tvd Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Sit here and eat.” “Hun, you do realize that he is Javier Summers, the CEO of Summers Entertainment and not me aka your caring husband, right?” Tanner shook his head, watching his partner act like he was Javier’s mother instead of a friend of Ella. “Tone yourself down a bit and do not be so bossy.” “Well, I do not give a flip who he is. He is more useful if he is healthy.” Then Damon turned to Javier and lifted one brow. “Do you need me to sit you down and feed you?”

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

If anything, I felt the complete opposite, horrible. “Lea, look… I’m not preventing from dating anyone but Ryder is not a nice guy… He is part of those illegal activities like your father. I don’t trust him.” “I know, mom but -” “You knew? Then why -” “You’re mistaken. It’s not what you think… Ryder actually saved me from him.” “Still, that does not mean he is not part of all these awful things -” “Ryder saved my life, mom otherwise I wouldn’t have been here today.”

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

"I spent months down there when I was sixteen and my father was teaching me how to dispose of bodies, I know every passage and every exit and which walls are solid versus which ones are just old brick that can be broken through." "Then we spend today mapping our strategy and tomorrow we hit the restaurant." I was feeling something that might have been hope or might have been insanity. "We make Salvatore so angry that coming after us personally is the only way he can restore his reputation." "And if this works, if we actually manage to kill him..." Carlo trailed off. "Then Matteo becomes Don and he's even worse than his father." Damien finished. "Which is why we can't just kill Salvatore, we

“I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this. Damon helped me carry Scarlett to a magic Doctor's inn. “Emergency…!” “Be calm,” the Doctor assured us. “She will be fine. What is the issue “She got attacked by a wolf with enemy blood.” “Okay…” Very quickly, Scarlett felt safe again and was resting. Then Damon pulled me away from everyone. He led me straight to his private quarters in the Alpha house. As soon as the door was shut, the aura changed. Damon pushed me towards the wall, his body hard against mine. “Watching you fight that way… really drove me crazy,” he growled. He pasted his lips on mine. The kiss was wild and it showed how craving he was for s*x.

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

Getting my woman back depended on the success of I and Mayor's discussion. I stood in the dimly lit room of Mayor's base, his men surrounding me with their hands on their weapons, ready to strike at any slightest provocation. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of how every minute was passing by and Taylor was with those bastards. "Hello, Mayor. Or should I call you, Thompson Volkov." "What brings you here, Diego Salvatore?" Thompson asked. "Simple, I'm here to kill you."

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

“Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.” He blows them a kiss, flicks them the bird and then stalks back towards Savannah who visibly recoils. She really is scared of him. He points at Savannah. “You think this is over, baby? You humiliated me on every channel that would air your fake halo, and now you want pity? You left me. I tried to get clean. I could’ve gotten clean if I’d been a father.” Damon’s gaze slices to me. “And here’s the loyal ex-Mrs. Hale. Guess tragedy really does recycle, huh? She wrecked you