Vampire Diaries Pictures Of Damon Novels & Stories

Damon returned holding an envelope, now seeming to hesitate before he held it out to me. "I got pictures too." I said softly, holding out the envelope of him and Robyn. We took each other’s envelopes and I slid the pictures out, my cheeks burning as I realised what this was… Shit! I quickly pushed the images back in. The day Liam went down on me outside the Alphas' home! I looked up at Damon, who looked utterly guilty as he looked down at his own pictures and pushed them back in, running his fingers through his curls. "I’m sorry you had to see these… I uh… guess it's good that Liam only got a kissing picture…"

: I'm really hurt that you don't even know it's me. It was a picture of Damon. He was laying across a couch and a golden vase was behind him. On his head was a trucker hat that enhanced the bad boy look.He was grinning and I caught a gold tooth that had been slipped into his canine. I hadn't seen that before. Frowning, I zoned in, studying his face. Damon: Finding it hard to tear your eyes off my photo? Lena: You're not all that. Damon: Ouch.

The man looked down at his bloody chest, his eyes gleaming with malice and unacceptance. The figure’s face was slowly illuminated by the fire. Plae face, bloody lips, long fangs, red eyes. Vampire… Mallory’s heart constricted from the sight. She shrunk back and almost screamed in terror. They were a quiet distance away from her house, but Mallory clearly saw who that was. The familiar build, that familiar face, and that eye-catching blue hair. Her lips trembled, and slowly, she whispered. “Damian…” Damian, Melita’s eldest son. Oddny’s older brother. The pillar of the family that protected Mallory.

“Leave.” The investigator took the envelope from the ground with a wide smile, feeling its thickness. With a nod, he hurried to leave. Now, with silence surrounding him, Damon lowered his eyes, picking up the photos that featured his missing wife for a week, with a wild man beside her, obviously looking at her with obvious love and affection as he nudge her nose and wipe the corner of her lips that had cream.

But after all, destiny was on our side. My phone vibrates and I can see a message from June. “Don’t forget to send me pictures of you in a swimsuit, I want to see your beautiful tan and your sexy little ass.” I roll my eyes, this girl is truly incorrigible. Damon comes out of the water and comes closer to me. It looks really good as a lightweight ensemble. He must honestly consider considering a modeling career, because damn he's hot. he leans down and places his lips on mine

I was starting to get desperate with our lips devouring each other and our bodies rubbing together, I wanted more. "Damon, more please," I pleaded making him look at me and as if something clicked in his mind, he quickly retreated from me. "Fuck, what have I done?" he whispered while running his hand through his hair in frustration. He gave me one last look and used his vampiristic speed to leave my bedroom. I was left on the bed confused and flustered. What was his problem? Every single time we would get a little intimate he would always pull some shit like that. At least Ryan seemed like the guy who knew what he wanted.

My blood ran cold at this picture. Cameron. Tied to a chair. Her face was bruised and she had dried blood beneath her nose. But alive. Conscious. Terrified. The caption under the photograph was short and sweet: Recipe book and the girl. Tomorrow at midnight. The old warehouse on Fifth. Come by yourself or she'll scream till you get here. And it was signed with a single initial: D. "Damon." I couldn't breathe. "He has Cameron."

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

I snapped, “Is this some kind of kink thing? I’m not into the BDSM scene.” Well, not that they needed to know of. With a roll of his honeyed eyes, Damon procured a manilla folder from behind his back. He pulled a single photograph from inside and held it up for me to inspect. It was very clearly an image of myself slipping into Alpha Caius’s car, but I wasn’t about to admit guilt. “Oh, who is that. She’s stunning. I love her hair! It’s so soft and shiny looking. I wonder what shampoo she uses.”

He looked at his raven black hair that had started to grow past his standard length and made a mental note on getting a haircut. Venus opened the door that led into Damon’s room. She had woken up early to leave Noir a message to throw off any suspicion. She walked in to find Damon pulling a wide beater down his chest. Of course, she didn’t miss the physique that screamed hours of dedication in the gym. She blushed, this was very embarrassing. “I won’t be cocky and say you should take a picture, but we both know you should”, he said with a smirk. “Trust me, I’ve seen better”, Venus retorted professionally hiding the fact she was lying. That seemed to get under Damon’s skin. Who had she been l