Novel & Cerita What Episode Does Elena Choose Damon

My heart skipped at every minute as I watched the ceremony. Elena had a wide smile on her face, she looked very beautiful truth to be told, she was the moon goddess of our time. She had gotten what she wanted to take my mate from me. Her smile was breath taking, spreading from ear to ear, as she looked at Dixon with a sexy ear. I could not stand to witness the moment, quickly ran out of the hall so I could breathe well Jolly's pov I was expecting this day ever in my life to witness a memorable moment of my brother with Elena. Smiling from chin to chin, while the elder continued the rites

Selina’s POV “Little Damien… you knew it was me,” he asked, voice low, taunting. I rubbed my palms together, the liquid courage the alcohol had given me was fading, nerves sparking in its place. “Not at first but…” “But what?” His eyes sharpened. “Only someone with a death wish would screw your fiancée in your own house.” He chuckled, slow and dark, before rising to his feet and closing the space between us. His fingers found a loose strand of my hair, twirling it lazily as if he owned it… as if he owned me. But he owns you came a nagging voice in my head.

The anniversary was going extremely well, it was almost time for Elena to present the soup and it needed to be reheated. Meanwhile, Daniel needed to make an urgent phone call. He stepped out and then he saw Elena and he couldn't help but admire her. It was when he was busy admiring her that he noticed something strange, the gas pipes...... " Elena!!" He yelled as he saw her take out the lighter. Hearing him yell, Nikita frowned, " come on you damn lover snatcher. Light it up and light up my place in Daniel's heart" she said as she saw Daniel still screaming.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Accalia gave a frustrated groan and then suggested, "Now that we're all here, we ought to start eating!" Everyone ate in complete silence, and no one dared to speak a word the entire time. They were all finished in a quarter of an hour. Damon was the target of Elevena's yelling gaze as she demanded to know when she would finally leave. Damon let out a sigh before speaking to Elevena and saying, "There is something we have decided for your own safety!" When she heard his serious tone, her heart sank. He was not the Damon that she had spent the previous evening with. Because of this, she became terrified because she believed that he would retract his previous statements of letting her go.

Damon turned off the television, "Elena, we're leaving," "What?" My voice trembled, although that came with a yell, "Turn it on. I want to see it, do that right this moment." He didn't respond. Stomping my feet towards the TV, when he pulled my waist back, "Let me GO, Damon, let me go." "Elena!" "Let me!" "Lena!" It was the first I heard his voice raised, and it stilled me; his fingers tightened on my shoulders firmly, and he toned down, "It's over; he's gone."

“You’re a business woman who gets every project and grant she applies for because she knows exactly what the donors want. So how can you tell me you don’t know what Damien wants?” “What are you talking about?” I asked Elena, confused about she was trying to say and she walked up to me, her eyes still ice cold and her arms stil folded across her chest. “Are you truly clueless or do you not know that Damien Locke has started to have feelings for you?” She asked me and all I did was stare at her because the air felt weird. Elena never cared about my personal life. So why now? What did she stand to gain? Or worse. What was she up to this time?

The world narrows to a single red point. I know that number. I’ve seen it on old call logs Grandma made me memorize when she started digging into Elena’s past. Serena. My vision tunnels. Elena makes a broken sound and slides down the cabinet until she’s sitting on the floor , arms wrapped around her stomach like she’s trying to hold her insides together. I drop to my knees in front of her , water dripping from my hair onto the marble between us. “She knows we’re here,” Elena whispers . Her voice is shredded. “She knows about Leo.”

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

He milked every drop, keeping eyes on mine, and the room went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Elena stepped back and fixed her shirt. Her panties were dark with wetness, and I could tell that she’d come while watching. She smiled, clearly satisfied and calm. “Deal’s done,” she said. “Fuck her all you want, and I won’t get in the way.” She walked to the door and paused. “You two are perfect together,” she said. “Disgustingly perfect.” Then she was gone, and the door clicked shut. Damian pulled me into his arms on the bed, his hand stroking my hair. I was wrecked, my body shaking, covered in him, and sore everywhere, but I also felt… free.