Vampire Diaries Damon And Elena Season 4 の小説・ストーリー

She stood, bowed deeply, and rushed out to execute the orders. Elena turned back to the map, her fingers tightening around the edge of the oak table until the wood groaned under her newfound strength. Damon Mikaelson had tried to make her a sacrifice to save his throne. Now, she was going to take everything he had ever loved, piece by piece, until he was left with nothing but the mud he had thrown her into.

He was standing behind Liam and me, his gaze locked on our clasped hands. Liam’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" I turned. There was Damon, standing in the falling snow, a black coat draped over his shoulders, his face as pale as a ghost. He was holding a small velvet box. Inside was the ruby I had shattered. "Elena," he said, his voice hoarse. "Come here." I didn't move. Liam stepped in front of me. "And you are?" he asked, his tone unfriendly. My voice was calm. "Just someone I used to know."

Even her breasts were exposed in front of Damian. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAMIAN?!" screamed Elena. Damian tried to get closer. "Relax... I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk. I just want us to go back to the way we used to be. And I just want to feel the pleasure of your body." Elena grabbed the vase on the side table, and without thinking, threw the vase. The vase shattered against Damian's temple. The man fell to his knees, grimacing, blood dripping from his temple.

I thought that he would immediately take her away the moment he saw how bad her condition was, but I guess revenge was more important. I may not have known what it was like to have a mate but I know for a fact that I would have prioritized my mates'health before any vandetta. Damien seemed to enjoy torturing me. He started shooting me from limb to limb moving up my body and I couldn't help groaning in pain. My groans were loud enough to get Elena to stumble out of the car and I could see her as she tried to get out of the car and rush to where we were. My eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way to me with absolutely no strength in her body, this was the most romantic thing and the

Damion leaned back, exhaling slowly. Then he stood. “Where are you going?” Carmela asked. “To find out exactly what the hell Elena is up to.” Elena’s House A soft knock echoed through the house. Elena jolted awake, her heart hammering. For a split second, she had forgotten. Forgotten the blood. Forgotten the grave. But now— She swallowed hard, sitting up. Another knock. “Elena.” Her breath caught in her throat. Damion.

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

' That was the worst that could happen to me besides my mother's death. He may not really be affected by it, just like other cruel Alphas. Besides, they are strong breed; he is strong. A Lycan Apex. I really didn't even stand a chance of making him open his heart again. But deep down, I wanted him. I craved him. The bind between us was strong. Each time we would mindlink, all I smell was darkness and deeper darkness. Numbness from all angles. To some extent, I understood what it meant to lose someone you love in death. But, I never overreacted as he did. I didn't lock myself out from the world…. "Elara. The Alpha extends his hand to you. Can't you see?" Mr. Clerk's voice was a mix of exasper

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Elena gently scolded him. Ethan looked at her. He looked at the bed. He looked at her again. “Okay," he said and sat down. "Good boy." She kissed his forehead. They laid on the bed together, Ethan took his position in the middle of the bed while Elena laid on the far side and tucked one arm beneath her head, watching him. The bathroom door opened. Damien stepped out, his towel tied around his lower body. His upper body was in full view. Elena had not been prepared for this.

It was the way the air shifted, the temperature dropping just slightly, the rhythm of her heart instinctively reacting to him even before her mind did. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, his voice controlled but strained. Elena turned to face him, her chin lifted. “Neither should you.” Damian’s jaw flexed. His tie hung loose around his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone—a rare sight that revealed more than he ever meant to. His eyes, though, were the same piercing storm-gray that had once terrified her, the same ones that now confused her heart more than anything else. “I had to see you,” she admitted. “After what happened with Julian, after Vivienne’s stunt at the gala—”