Vampire Diaries Damon Salvatore Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could barely keep the shaking from my voice as I fired back. “I never asked you to accept anything,” I snapped, forcing each word out through clenched teeth. “I never needed your approval. Just go.” He let out a bitter laugh, one without any real humor—cold, hard, and full of cruelty. “You really believed I’d ever claim a rogue slut as my mate?” The insult slapped the breath from my lungs. “Damon!” Dante’s voice cracked through the moment like thunder, his eyes wide with disbelief, his tone sharp with warning. But it was as though he hadn’t even spoken.

Samantha screams, looking at herself in the mirror. Seeing Samantha, the doctors start gossiping while passing. "What happened to her? Why is she talking to herself?" The male doctor asked. "She must be gone crazy." Another doctor said that they should leave together. "I don’t know who you are and what your relationship with Salvatore is, but whenever I see Damon, I love him so much, but I hate you every time I see you. I hate you so much, Mr Salvatore." She looks at Damon's file in her hand.

He held the phone away from his ear just slightly, a tactical choice, ensuring Isabella could hear the voice on the other end. A smooth, heavily accented voice, dripping with faux sophistication, cut through the quiet of the library. "Volkov. Did you enjoy the welcoming gift?" Damon Salvatore’s voice was unmistakable, smug and chillingly confident. Vladimir's dominating posture did not shift. "Your gifts are poorly packaged and easily disposed of, Salvatore. You lost three men and gained nothing but a blood feud." "Ah, but I gained intelligence, Don," Damon purred. "I learned that your security is penetrable, and I confirmed that your sweet little Italian is capable of violence. She's far mo

Damon unfolded the paper with trembling hands. *I honestly don’t know how to say this, because I still can’t bring myself to face you yet. Thank you for saving my life, Damon. I didn’t think anyone could do what you did for me. My life was in danger, and you didn’t hesitate to save me. I wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for you. Thank you… truly. I hope you recover soon. Amber. * “Fuck!” Damon cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on the letter. He turned sharply to the doctor.

He's kind and my ideal guy. Surprisingly, a guy came up to me, flirting, "Hey there beautiful, want to hang out?" "No and my name's Olivia Summers, my heart's 100% taken." then I left after that hair flip I overheard some girls gossiping, "Have you heard? Damon's back. Looks like the casanova's back to break hearts, after all, it runs in their blood, his father's one too." "Damon will change, he won't be a casanova anymore." I stood up for him, "You really shouldn't bad mouthing people you don't know."

“You’ve watched too many k dramas. I’m not ruining my jacket for this.” My frustration snapped. The old man’s words kept ringing in my head. “At least use the jacket as an umbrella!” “For what, so I can catch a cold myself?” His tone was pure disdain. “I’m Damian Salvatore. You can’t let an important person like me fall sick.” “Damian,” I yelled. With a sigh that sounded like I’d just asked him to donate a kidney, he slipped off his jacket and shoved it into my hands. “Fine. But if I catch a cold, it’s on you.”

He had bitten his wrist and was putting his blood into his cupped hand. "It won't change you, dumb ass. I won't release the enzymes for change. I'm just offering it to heal you or you can bleed out. Frankly, I don't care, either way, " Damon growled. Grayson was telling him to do it and I watched as the big man drank the blood from Damon's hand and laid back on the couch and sighed. "I still hate vampires," Davorin grunted and Damon laughed. "Well I just saved your life so the nonsense over your father's death is null and void the man murdered my former mate and I believe in vengeance," Damon said firmly and surprisingly the Dire Wolf king nodded and raised his large hand.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

I stay still as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my lips then slips it inside my mouth. "Suck it slut," he says and I suck on his thumb, my tongue swirling around it. He watches for a moment as I see his erection twitch in his pants. "Marcus said we can't have scenes at my house," Damon says suddenly as he pulls his hand back. "This isn't a scene Master, and what Marcus doesn't know won't hurt him," I say respectfully. "Are you horny slave?" "Yes Master."

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.