Damon Salvatore Aesthetic Novels & Stories

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

I asked him politely. "I have an appointment, I need to get myself fitted into the suit that Antoinette Michel set aside for me." I recalled my boss saying that some VIP was coming in to get measured. Liné one of the other sales assistants walked up and introduced herself. "It's so nice to meet you Grayson Holmes I am a huge fan of the team and hope you all make it to Super Bowl", she said beaming. He smiled politely and followed her to get measured.

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

"You don't understand—" "No, I do," Nova cut in, voice rising. "I get it now. The robe. The skincare. The wardrobe is curated to your aesthetic. You don't want me. You want a version of me that fits beside you like a piece of furniture. Polished. Palatable. Yours." Silence pulsed between them. Then Damian crossed the room slowly, deliberately, and stopped a breath away. "I want the version of you that survives. The one no one can use against me. I want you safe. Always."

It wasn't a challenge, but a reminder. The scent still lingered beneath the damp earth and moss. Moon Stone, unmistakable, layered with discipline and restraint. Fresh enough to remind Damon that I existed, yet subtle enough to keep him guessing. He hadn’t reacted yet. Good. Impulsive Alphas always disappointed me. They barked too quickly, lunged without thinking, mistaking volume for authority. Damon was not impulsive, and that alone made him dangerous. And dangerous men required patience. “Still no movement?” I asked without turning.

When they saw me though, they moved to stand by the sides, clearing the pathway for me to drive through. I drove Connor’s black Lamborghini Aventador to a complete stop beside Tom’s red Nissan GT-R. Connor’s racing car was already labeled the black monster on the racing tracks. I don’t get why Tom would want to try his luck against it. Well, no matter what, I don’t give a fuck. As long as I get to race, I am clueless to the outer world. All I focus on is the finishing line as I beat my competitor. If I am going to race, I will race to win, not to lose and I have never lost a race before. It’s not going to happen now. I will not want to tarnish my own record at winning races. Tom was already

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

"Yeah, beautiful. I don't know how to explain it," In fact, I don't know how to put it in words or the words just simply can't leave my mouth. Damon is a beautiful creature because he appears superior. He stands tall, in his attractive demeanor, knowing his well capability of strength. The ways his body shifts into a different creature, it's as if he is a werewolf in disguise. The soft fur appearing on his skin, diminishing any existence of his actual body hair. There's just something intriguing, he makes me feel mesmerised. He smiles, looking away.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.