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When the door slowly opened Stefan raced to the door and as soon as Elena got in he slammed it. Elena started breathing fast when she saw the fury in his eyes. He’d been drinking human blood again. “Where the hell have bạn been?” Despite her fear Elena felt some anger too. “You have no right to act like a jealous boyfriend! bạn don’t own me!” she yelled. Stefan gripped her shoulders and shook her. “Where bạn with Damon? Answer me!” Tears rolled over Elena’s face. “Stop it, Stefan, you’re hurting me!” she sobbed. He let go of her and went with his fingers through his...

Katherine and Stefan were sitting in the living room while they were waiting for Amber to get downstairs. Stefan stared at her and tried to read her, which he couldn’t. Katherine was in dilemma. Stefan was here, sitting with her. Wasn’t that exactly what she had hoped for? The only obstacle were Amber and Elena, though Katherine believed Elena would be much easier to get rid of. Two words: Damon Salvatore. Speaking of which, the witch đã đưa ý kiến she let him go. If that was true, where was he? And why hadn’t he told Katherine, when he knew how worried she’d been.
“I’m going to call him”...

Chapter 3

Elena snatched her bag up from the ground,

"Your not leaving already, are you?" Damon đã đưa ý kiến using all the power he had with his eyes to make her stay.

Elena paused for a moment, regretting looking into his eyes, her legs felt like thạch, sữa ong chúa as she looked into the depths of his eyes.

"I…, my aunt will be looking for me" Elena stuttered trying to think of anything besides the attraction she was feeling towards him, she tried to think of Matt, but Mất tích that train of thought bởi the closeness of Damon's body.

She closed her eyes, taking a step back, when she opened them she looked down, she needed...

I stared at the flashing cursor through my square lenses. What's today? What's today?
"Mom!" I yelled from the couch. "What's today's date?"
"December 13th." She yelled back from the kitchen.
I typed the ngày at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of my European History report.
"Done." I whispered and the door bella rang. "I got it!" I pushed my glasses ontop of my head and ran to the door. It rang again. "I'm coming! I'm here!" And I pulled the door open.
"Happy 16th Birthday."
"Uncle Stefan!" I threw my arms around his neck. "What are bạn doing here?" I stepped back in as he followed.
"Don't I always come for you're birthday?"...