Romans & histoires Vampire Diaries Pictures Of Damon

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

I had never seen a picture of a vampire bite, but even from the stories of the way the venom tortured the victims, I didn't picture it to look like this. The bite mark was on Damien's right shoulder blade, the skin around it purple and raised. His veins stuck out prominently where the discoloration faded, pulsing like black snakes beneath his skin. His arms were raised, holding himself up against the wall with his head hanging forward under the spray. My mouth opened, and I couldn't find the words, but Paxton beat me to it. "That looks gnarly, man." Damien's head whipped around quickly, his bloodshot eyes widening as they landed on me. "Charlotte."

"I did some digging sir and I found out the young lady family found out she was alive and told him about it " "The Kingsley's family , those sneaky pest " Damon said Coldly with venom of hate in his tone. "Sir should I deal with them ? " Leo asked. "Yeah , give their company a little surprise " Damon said, Leo understood what he meant , he bowed his head deeply then took his leave. Once Damon was alone again he brought out his phone and went to his gallery , clicking on the only picture on his phone. It was a picture of ivy sleeping on the bed with a duvet covering her naked body, her hair was scattered all over the pillow and her skin was looking really flushed.

Her words cut me far deeper than I’d like to admit. But no matter how reluctantly, I end up checking her profile anyway. And sure enough, once her page loads, dozens and dozens of her pictures with Damon appear. Damon in a crisp white shirt, his hand resting on Hannah’s waist. Damon at dinner, laughing — really laughing — while Hannah leans into him. And then there’s Danny — their son — grinning up at Damon as he carries him on his shoulders, all three of them glowing under the golden light of a weekend sunset.

"What are you looking at, Reina?" Damon’s voice sliced through the silence. I spun around, the frame trembling in my hands. He had stripped off his shirt, his broad, scarred chest exposed in the dim light of the suite. He looked powerful, untamed, and suddenly very, very dangerous. But I didn’t have time to think about all that. "Do you know Zayne?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I held the photo out like a shield. "The boy in this picture... Is it Zayne?"

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, you foolish woman,” Damon bellowed furiously, baring his teeth, and his two sharp vampire canines showed up. I took a step back in fear. What had suddenly angered him so much? Father looked annoyed as he motioned for me to keep my mouth shut. “So, you mean this woman in the picture is not Selena but Arabella?” Father inquired calmly. Damon stared at my father again, but as he turned to look at the picture. His eyes softened as they glowed in the soft, dim light.

I’m guessing you were breathing pretty heavily. I’m not sure what to say to that because I’d sure as fuck enjoyed it, and she obviously picked up on that. When I wait too long to answer she sends me another message. Don’t worry, Damon, I can be patient. This little virgin pussy is just for you. I groan when the photo comes through. It’s a close-up shot of her wet, bald pussy. She’s spread her knees so wide that her pussy is gently parted, revealing just a glimpse of her pink, inner lips, and I’m practically fucking drooling at the sight of her.

“I think I’ll have them framed.” “What?!” Dean immediately tensed, reaching for his phone. "No way! These photos make me look so embarrassed! If you frame these, I’ll never be able to face anyone!" Damon tilted his head, easily dodging Dean’s hand, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Nope, I’m keeping them. What, are you shy now?” “I’m not… this isn’t about being shy!” Dean’s ears were already turning red, and he shot Damon a glare. “These photos are so ridiculous! There’s no way I’m letting you frame them!”

She had to ask about the photograph. She reached into her bag, she pulled out the photograph. Damien’s eyes narrowed to the picture. “Would you mind explaining this to me” The moment Damien saw the image, his eyes darkened. A dangerous look crossed his face. Elena seemed to have noticed it. His jaw hardened. Elena watched him closely. "So what she said was true," Elena said. The hurt in her voice was unmistakable. Damien clenched his fist, his eyes slowly met hers. He didn’t say anything because he didn’t know what to say.

"I did a one-off picture of Damon about three years ago, but I've never shown him." "Can I see?" She moved back, not wanting to touch the paintings in case she messed anything up. The weekend was a big deal to Matt, which meant it should be to her and Damon too. Supporting him needed to come first on their list of things to get done in Seattle. "Sure." He moved up beside her and shuffled things around until the painting of a handsome teenage boy around fifteen or sixteen stared up at her. His eyes were locked on the camera taking the photo from what she could tell, his expression soft, and lips almost turned down. The sadness in his eyes was heart-wrenching. It was almost as if Matt had caug