Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Pictures Of Damon

Each photo showed a man she didn’t recognize. A peaceful man. A happy man. “What happened to you?” she asked the empty room. “What possibly happened to the man in these pictures?” She didn’t hear the door. It banged open suddenly. The sound made her jerk. the pictures almost slipped from her fingers. Damien stood there. His face was dark. His eyes locked on her immediately. For a second, neither of them spoke. Then his eyes dropped. Straight to the pictures in her hand. His expression changed in an instant.

She believed me. Damon: Can’t stop thinking about how tight your pussy is compared to Reyna’s. Hurry up and get here so I can fuck the hell out of you before I have to pretend to be the perfect fiancé tomorrow. Jade: She has no idea. She thinks this is her big romantic gesture. We’re really going to ruin her on her wedding eve. I love you. There were pictures. Nudes. Jade in Damon’s bathroom mirror, legs spread, fingers buried in her pussy with the caption Thinking of your cock while she’s picking flowers for the centerpieces. Damon’s cock in her mouth from last week. Messages going back months.

Celine bows her head, and hands her a piece of paper which Damien has coloured on. “Damien wants you to have this.” She looks at it. It’s a picture of three figures, two in black clothes with fangs and blood on the tips, and one with orange hair, standing between them. It’s simple, but a lovely gesture. She grins and turns it to show her men,

Hey," I smiled at him and he gave me this straight face. That look was something I wasn't expecting. I thought we've passed that stage but then, I could've mistaken his actions for something else. As soon as I pulled out a chair and sat on it, Damon held my hand tightly underneath the table. I wanted to let go, I tried removing my hand from his as tears laced my eyes but he held in tightly as if he was apologizing for what he did. The moment he entwined our fingers, I couldn't see properly. Everywhere was suddenly dark. I stood up and looked around the darkroom that I was, trying to find everyone. All I heard was heavy breathing, and suddenly, the door opened. I turned to see Victor, Damon's

Ignoring Chloe and Ronan entirely, he leaned on the table, smiling at me predatorily. “What do we have here?” he asked, flashing glimmering white fangs that were razor-sharp just looking at them. “A little puppy got lost in the viper’s den?” “Fuck off,” Ronan snarled. “She’s taken.” The vampire straightened. “By whom? You? Mutt?” “Me.” Damon suddenly appeared behind me, holding four cups; three beers and a glass of what was definitely vampire wine, if the coppery smell of blood was any indication.

I inquired, wanting to hear about his experiences. Damon's gaze lingered on me for an extended moment. "What?" I asked, curious about his prolonged stare. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" He inquired, his unwavering gaze fixed on mine. Damon possessed striking white hair and captivating green eyes. His imposing stature and well-defined muscles made quite an impression. My cheeks flushed as our eyes locked, and I nervously took a sip of my drink. "Yes," I replied with a smile.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Victor Voss sat at the kitchen island for a long time after the photographs finished loading. The first one was almost innocent: Damien’s black Bentley entering the underground garage of his building, Elara visible in the passenger seat through the windshield. The second was not. A long-lens shot of the two of them in the elevator, Damien’s hand in her hair, her body pinned against the mirrored wall, mouths fused. The third showed Elara leaving through the service entrance at dawn, coat pulled tight, hair a mess, the unmistakable walk of a woman who had been thoroughly used.

She gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven, sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Damon stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Clary started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking mixed blood, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.

She typed Damon's name and instantly, countless articles popped up. Some were about his company’s new partnership deal with MPK and how his business had skyrocketed in recent days. Others were about how handsome he was, and how adorable he looked with his daughter. Amber clicked on one of the photos, and her breath hitched. It was a picture of Damon and Jessie sitting in a restaurant, sharing ice cream. From the angle, she could tell it had been taken without his knowledge. "My baby," she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek as she traced the image on her screen.