Why Did Elena Choose Damon Novels & Stories

“Long enough.” I almost laughed at how vague he was being. Throughout the whole meal, he quietly stepped in whenever someone asked something too personal. He would change the subject or give short answers that shut down the conversation. I slowly realized he was protecting me. It was a small thing, but it meant more than I wanted to admit. Even in this strange situation, he had my back. As dessert was served, one older relative spoke without thinking. “I honestly thought Damien would marry Isabella.” The whole table went silent. I noticed Victoria glance sharply at the speaker. Damien put down his fork, his voice calm but firm. “That chapter of my life is over.”

She had to say it out loud so she wouldn't forget, "I'm your worker." "I know. And I still want you." Damien replied unamused. Raven could see what the other girls meant when they said when her turn was coming, "And I would like to keep it that way." Damien raised his eyebrow, "You would?" his voice came out sultry as he took a step closer to her. Raven nodded, looking down. "Raven." "Yes?" "Look at me," Damien replied. Raven slowly looked up at him and she really was attracted to him in every way. Maintaining eye contact was a bit difficult with him looking at her the way he was.

Her heart beat faster with the contact. When she managed to stand up, she can’t help staring at him as he stared at her too. They both stayed like that for a long while, silent. Inside Ellaine’s head, she was so confused with her feelings. How could she be captured by the look of his eyes? In her eyes, he was no longer the irritating Finrod. It somehow changed but she don’t quite know the direction it may go. Yntreia’s voice stopped her mind. “You know, I’m really getting hungry.”

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

——— The moment they stepped into his penthouse, Damien locked the door behind them. Elena turned, arms crossed. “You can’t just kidnap me every time I make a choice you don’t like.” Damien scoffed. “You don’t get to talk about choices, not when you keep making the wrong ones.” Elena’s eyes flashed with defiance. “Oh, and running back to you would be the right choice?” Damien studied her for a long moment before finally voicing the question that had been burning inside him. “How come you have a son?”

His eyes landed on Victoria instantly. She immediately slipped her arm around Damian’s possessively.. as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “I have missed you.” Elena looked at them standing together beneath the mansion lights. They looked perfect like the ending everyone always expected. She understood one devastating truth. She had never been Damian Lancaster’s first choice. She is only a temporary mistake standing between him and the woman he actually wanted. Elena stepped back, got into the car and shut the door. The driver pulled away immediately.

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.”

Hang in there, babe. She typed back quickly. I love you. I needed that. Elena appeared at the doorframe, knocking lightly. “Can I come in?” “Sure. You here to say what you couldn’t earlier?” Elena offered a tight smile. “I’ll try not to insult you. Both my boys are in love with you, Damon’s a wreck…” “Damon doesn’t love me. He left. Didn’t care.”

"Elara." Julian's voice came from behind me. I turned and saw him walking toward us. No anger on his face. Just concern. "I was worried you were out here too long," he said softly. Damien saw Julian, and pure hatred filled his eyes. "This is the man who stole you from me?" he snarled. "No one stole me," I replied calmly. "I chose him." Damien grabbed my arm, his grip desperate. "Elara, aren't you going to give me another chance?"

That is, until Ramona's face popped up in her mind. Elena put both hands on Damien's chest and shoved him back hard. He landed on the bed and took it to mean she wanted more. "STOP!" she said. "How can you come here and make out with me when you have a chosen mate somewhere else? How is this fair to me? I've been screwed over my whole life. And you're just one more person from my past to add to the list of dickheads who hurt me." "No! Elena, I'm sorry. You don't understand - "