Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Pictures Of Damon

Author Pov.. Damon was sitting on the bed shirtless... His upper body was covered with scary tattoos... He was looking like a Muscular Demon. His eyes were stuck on the picture in his hand... His dark aura was all over the room His stare was frozen on the smiling guy whose arm was on Damon's shoulder... Damon wasn't a Damon in the picture which he is right now...His brother is the only person who Damon loves with his all... No one has seen Damon smiling but when it comes to his brother. Even though he never showed his emotions. But deep down. The love and care he has for his brother... No one can compete with it...

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

I even tried to find a picture of Damon's mother, but since he isn't as active on social media as his mother, I couldn't find anything. I grimaced. "I've seen something." I turned toward Jasper. "Really?" Jasper immediately displayed the image on his phone. I scowled at it as I looked at it. It was taken from a magazine when the foundation had its first anniversary. That is old, but it seems like the one I saw in my grandmother's picture. "That's them, isn't it?" Jasper asked. "I do remember now. I also saw them when I followed the ambulance that brought you to the hospital and saw them there."

Phoebe was sure there was a Vampire walking toward her recently. Phoebe firmly held the weapon in her hand, before she could turn around, there was a figure standing right in front of her, surprising Phoebe because she didn't have time to guard. He was tall, his skin was as white as snow, and his pupils were as red as fire, a beauty that easily caught people off guard. This man was the same Vampire Phoebe smelled, he didn't attack her like other prey, perhaps because he also sensed that Phoebe was not prey.

I asked, my stomach already twisting with dread. She held out her phone. The screen was filled with pictures. Pictures of Sera and Damon. Together. On what was clearly a date. Walking hand in hand. Sitting across from each other at an intimate restaurant. His hand on her back. His face soft as he looked at her. In one photo, they were standing so close, gazing at each other like nothing else in the world existed. My vision blurred. The phone slipped from my shaking hands, but I barely noticed. No. No, no, no.

at the door, stiff stance, eyes flashing with suspicion. I called out his name, and they stepped aside for me to enter, nodding toward the rooms in the building's center. The air inside was hot, heavy with the scent of pine resin and metal—blood perhaps, or the distant echo of a hunt. Damon reclined in his room, sprawling in a high-backed chair like a king on a throne. His black hair was mussed, and his sharp planes eased only slightly by the leaping firelight. He didn't rise when I came in, but his eyes—sharp and unyielding—settled on me with a force that made my skin crawl. "You came," Damon stated, his deep voice vibrating. “Your note didn’t leave much room for refusal. What’s this about

I said holding on to the frame in front of me. “Damon?” she asked. “Yes that's our little Alpha Damon” she said walking up to me by the closet. I held up the little frame staring at the little man in the picture, admiring his outfit and footwear. “He was little indeed” I said trying not to laugh at the facial expression he had on in the picture as a kid. “One of his best pictures taken in those years” she said smiling. And just as I stood staring at the picture in the frame, I found someone standing next to him.

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.

Instead, his grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly, a silent warning. Damon drew closer, his voice a venomous whisper in Elena's ear. "Since you're giving him your pussy, it's only fair that he gives us something in return." "What are you talking about?" Elena furrowed her brow, confusion etched across her features. Damon reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and showed the photos to Elena. They were snapshots from earlier, capturing her and Aaron at the church. Photos of his hand on her thigh. Photos of them going to the confessional. Photos of them leaving the confessional together. Photos of him whispering in her ear.