Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

Mavis finished with slightly wide eyes. The chatter in the room instantly died down and I slowly turned around to see Damon standing at the end of the room. Everybody stood up and bowed their heads 'Alpha'. I had stood up too and I looked at him. He was wearing deep blue faded jeans, a black shirt that clung to his body and black and white converse. His hair was a bit tousled up as usual and his cold blue eyes were just making him look hotter, is that bad? Of course it took his eyes a split second to land on mine.

“I happened to see another dress that was tailor-made for you. Would suit you.” Reluctantly I followed him to the rack that was at the far end of the room, and I watched him pick out a dark, backless gown, with a ribboned cleavage and frilly sleeves. My jaw almost hit the floor as I gazed at the dress. It was astonishing. I glanced at Damon, secretly admiring his very impeccable fashion sense. He had an eye for good stuff. He has eyes for me. I scoffed out loud at my ridiculous thoughts, and Damon turned to look at me. “What’s this? Are you having conversations with your other selves in your head? Is it fun?”

And I would do it together with Tris, this was also her revenge. I was weirdly excited for the gala. I got to see how another world lived. We needed new clothes for though. Nothing is over the top, Damon said. Keddrick explained to me that the clothes varied from ballgowns to tight latex dresses. Every vampire had their own preference for the clothes that their humans or pets would wear. Pets. Well. If they wanted to stamp me as a pet, I would be a biting one. Lately I had been feeling a lot better. I was feeling physically stronger and healthier. I even felt like my eyesight was better than normal. It gave me my confidence a massive power boost.

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

Samantha is standing in front of the mirror, setting her hair, and she is also waiting for Damon. "Hey, my baby, are you done?" Samantha yelled. "How long will you take to wear an outfit? "Why are you taking so much time to change outfits like girls?" "Come out now." She turns her face towards the bathroom. Damon steps out, and obviously, he is looking handsome. His looks have totally changed from before. He is wearing a white shirt, a blue jacket, and blue jeans. Damon has blue eyes like his father. This blue jacket and his blue eyes are fully matched to his outfit.

Mason's pov Wednesday 14th July 2021 ******************************* Damon said he would take me as his sub! He called me this morning and said he will make a contract with me but he has to talk to me about it first. It's almost time for him to pick me up and take me to his house so I'm dressed in nice jeans and a button up shirt as I wait. I've also done an enema in case he wants to fuck my ass again. The doorbell rings and I quickly open the door to see Damon in a casual suit. It's fitted to his body perfectly.

she said, and then went back to her drink. Before any more moves could be made, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the shadow that suddenly fell across the path… Damon. He wasn't dressed for the pool however, instead he was wearing gym shorts and a body hugging training shirt that showcased his powerful build. He had his water bottle in his hand, sweating slightly from the run he had just finished. Despite his brief stop to check in on them, they were not his first interest. He was just passing through on his way to his private gym on the other side of the recreation center.

“He’s arrogant, he’s deeply loyal to my father’s political ambitions, and he possesses the subtlety of a battering ram. We need to give him the full performance tonight or the last week of training was an absolute waste of my time.” “Fine,” I grumble, sliding my legs out of the bed and testing my weight on the floorboards. My limbs are stiff, but the green salve seems to have done its job. “But I look like a swamp creature. I’ve got dried mud in my hair and Ravenna’s boot print is probably still stamped into my shirt.” “Fix your face in the washroom,” Damon orders, his hands rummaging through the lower drawers of the wardrobe before he pulls out a dress made of shimmering black fabric. He to

I replied confused as to why he wanted to know. "Do not fool me. I can sense your excitement and I saw your friend come in with a bunch of dressy clothes. It was only a guess but the fact that you've already taken your shower when you usually take it around nine at night confirms it." He explained. This guy gets creeper every single day. "Are we not going to talk about the fact that you stalk me so much that you even know my everyday schedule?" He didn't respond for a while making me think that he might've left. As I was about to open the door myself, Damon stormed inside startling me at the same time.

That was their initial plan, but Akira changed it at the last minute! “Speaking of the devil….” Akira whispered, “Come in.” The door opened, and there Leon appeared. He was wearing formal clothes but upgraded to be more liberated. Today, Leon is wearing an unbuttoned red polo, and his chiseled chest is on display. He then partnered his shirt with black pants and leather black shoes. As usual, Leon tied his hair back. Leon stared at Akira. He fell silent for a moment. Akira was wearing the same dress she wore when she first met Leon at the bar, but this time, it was black. She didn’t tie her hair this time so the people at the bar wouldn’t easily see her tattoo.