Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, any of the characters, or anything having to do with the books or the show. Author's Note: This is a Delena (Damon/Elena) one-shot fanfiction. I might turn it into more, but we'll have to see. This is a slight rewrite to episode 1×19, 'Miss Mystic Falls.' What happens when Damon and Elena share an intense connect...
Elena sat in her bedroom writing in her diary, waiting for Stefan to call her. He was out of town for a few days to figure out what he could do about these Originals. He was supposed to be coming back tomorrow, but he felt the need to "check up on her" everyday. He said it was to keep her safe, but she knew he was just worried about Damon taking advantage of...
It's a cold November Friday afternoon. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who stands outside wearing a heavy coat. She watches the bus pull into the parking lot. It carries the out-of-town wrestling team. She takes pictures with her professional "Nikon" digital camera. A press pass hangs around her neck. The wrestling meet begins on time ins...
Jealousy poked a tiny dagger into Sal's heart, every time he saw Joe and his new girlfriend Tammy mugging it up before his shift. Sal knew it was wrong to feel that way; to be disgusted with the idea that such a pretty girl would rather be with Joe the blind guy, than with a completely able bodied man, such as himself. Yet, that was indeed how Salvatore felt...
Author's note: This is a story based on The Vampire Diaries. It takes place just after Episode 17 of Series 4 and contains spoilers. Both the actresses and the characters in the story are over 18. * For well over 24 hours Rebekah found herself debating who was more frustrating, the old self-righteous Elena Gilbert or this new emotionless version. If Rebe...
Recently I was reading a magazine about a full service salon that catered to women. The review said it was nothing like its kind. In fact, it was kind of on the pricey side. A full day of pleasure ran about one thousand dollars. It was an upscale spa for sure. I was eager to check things out and booked an appointment for myself. I arranged to have the pack...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
It should have been a fantastic day for me I had just turned 25 and as such I was to inherit the empire my unmarried Uncle Salvatore had left behind after his brief illness that fateful evening 8 years ago. Uncle Salvatore had interests in clothing, aviation, real estate and a host of other businesses which he started and within a short span of 25 years buil...
"Okay, I am going to pretend you didn't say that." Damien said. "What are you thinking? You can't just go there and say what? 'Hey Visconti, how are things?'" Darryl chimed in. "Yeah, like he's going to simply agree to a nice lunch date with you and the entire police force." Damien said sarcastically. "Not counting Federal agents." Darryl said. Leigh fel...
I stood at her grave, looking down on the simple headstone that provided only my deceased wife's name above the dates of her birth and death. It had been some time since she died, but the pain was still there, just like it had happened yesterday. My name is Joe Henson, a retired Marine Reserve officer and my wife was Darlene. I hate long intros in these sto...