When Did Damon Fall In Love With Elena Novels & Stories

For Draco. And for the first time in six years, Elena realized— Damien would rather lose everything than lose them. --- FLASHBACK – Six Years Ago Rain pounded against the glass windows of Damien’s penthouse, the city skyline barely visible through the streaks of water. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fitting soundtrack to the storm brewing inside Elena’s chest. She stood frozen in the hallway, heart hammering against her ribs, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and devastation. Alessandro Moretti’s voice carried from Damien’s office, cold and sharp like a blade slicing through her trust.

Zyna’s POV My change in status from farmgirl to Luna, was something that I couldn't afford to revert. While Damon and I were not on good terms, actually, things have been that way for well over half a decade. The most peaceful parts of our lives were the parts where we were just getting to know each other. Infatuation, coupled with the never ending things I learnt about how long his money was, made me want to love him all the more. Maybe I did regret how I got him at some point, I'd never regret that I got him.

In fact, both sides adored me now and I was a role model to other hybrids like myself. “There you are,” Damon said, coming from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He inhaled my scent and kissed me on my neck. I smiled and relaxed into him. “Everyone has been searching for you.” Sure enough, my son ran in after him and started to scream. “Mom, mom. Aunt Tiffanie has a boyfriend,” he said with excitement, like he had just uncovered a hidden secret. Damon and I started to laugh. It was no surprise that Tiffanie and lord Tyrel were now engaged to be married. Only one night with him and she had fallen in love. I always teased her for it.

00 am. She couldn’t stop her brain from drifting. To him. No one had prepared her for this. Even her guardian angel had asked her to SHUT IT DOWN. As if it was a switch she could just turn off. It was a freaking brain trigger. A trigger to fall in love with the wrong man. Elena recognized her feelings for Cameroon as true and pure. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt for her love for him. she would give her life for him, in a blink of an eye. Heck, she had already given up her life for him by coming to the past.

She paused, stepping closer but to Damon's left side. “Do you remember the question you asked me that night? If Adrian satisfies me.” Damon said nothing, his head straight, staring into the wall. Elena’s chest tightened. She forced the rest out anyway. “He doesn’t,” her voice cracked hard. “He’s a good man. Yes. A good friend. But he’s not my lover.” She paused. Damon didn't say a word yet, nor a reaction. “Sometimes I even feel like he’s someone else’s. Like he already loves another person and that’s why I can’t get any real love out of him. He’s not for me.”

“This cunt was made for me. My forbidden blood. My wife.” He fucked me harder then. His hips snapped as his cock slammed deep. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the villa. I came, screaming, my walls pulsing around his thick shaft. He followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of hot, thick cum. We stayed locked together, breathing each other in. ═══❖═══ Damien POV – Six Months Later Elena walked along the beach at sunset, five months pregnant. Her belly was rounded with my child, the evidence of our sin growing inside her. She was fucking radiant.

Ella tried to ask calmly as possible, staring right through those dark eyes that she knew went hazy after she asked. Damon eyelid twitches after that question, as Ella felt a lump on her throat as time passed by, only silence echoed along after her question. She lowered her head, turned her back and let out a low chuckle, breaking the silence that started to form between the two of them. Damon who was silent, also finally give his response, though he felt was too late, still stated stiffly, “Don’t think of such many messy things all day long. I chose you as my wife, not her.”

I couldn't recognize it because as fast as it appeared it disappeared just as quickly. He pulls me along to a secluded area behind the school and turns to face me with his beautiful eyes. My heart is beating over a hundred miles per hour and my palms are starting to sweat. "We can't be together." That one sentence, those four little words make my world feel like it's falling apart for what feels like the hundredth time in my life. "What?" My voice comes out in a hushed whisper. "I can't be with you Elena, I love her." At least he has the decency to look apologetic as he answers me.

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

She had daydreamed for how they would run into each other arms and shower one another with kisses. But now, all she wanted was to hit him and make him feel as much pain as she did. “You can leave us now, Damon.” Eleanor said the second her butt touched the bed. Damon opened his mouth to protest but stopped the second he remembered her words. She didn’t love him and she never would. Nothing he said or did would change the fact that she had feelings for someone else. “Okay.” Damon responded then walked out. Cruz’s eyes trailed over her once bright face. She used to look so full of life and…