Damon And Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

he avoids my eyes and stands up, ready to leave, I don't follow him. Because I am Stefano Valentino. Until now I was asking him questions like a brother but seems like it's time he is reminded that who he is talking to. I am Stefan I Valentine. Not only his brother but his boss as well. The head of the Italian family. And the don of the Italian mafia. "Your boss asked a question. If the boss asks you questions, you should answer them before he uses his ways to get that answer out of you." my voice stilled Luciano at his place.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

Raven sat at the end of the table, she looked at the head of the table and there he was the man from last night. That's when Raven realized that all the staff had put on make-up and perfume to impress him and their hair was nicely done. Yet she Raven on the other hand was dirty from the ingredients and cooking. She was sweating and her hair was in a messy ponytail. She snapped out of it and waited for the dinner to begin, she was proud of the food that she had made. "Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place."

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

“Like hell he will. You’re the only heir to our family, You’re going to risk your life for hers? She stays and we are going to go home like the witch said, end of story.” Of course he was going to say that. Any chance he got to put me down, Salvador’s uncle didn’t miss it. In fact he took it to heart. Through her spell, Freya pulled everyone closer to the fiery pit of hers. And we were too close for my liking. “I’m your Alpha Danny, take your Luna away from here now!” Salvador roared making Danny flinch. He grabbed my hand, having no other option but to obey. I struggled against him. I wasn’t going to let him die because of me.

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.

Rafael stepped closer, close enough that Luca could smell the faint scent of his cologne on him, then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t take it personal, cariño.” His lips curved into a mocking grin. He brushed past him and left, the echo of his footsteps slicing through the silence. Luca stood still, his jaw trembling slightly. He hated that Rafael’s words made sense, and he hated that part of him believed them. Was he just another pet for Damein and nothing more? Meanwhile, Damian sat in the back of a black SUV, the city rolling by outside the tinted glass. His phone buzzed twice, but he ignored it.

“Get up…..dad.” Salvatore stares at his son with eyes full of shock, but does as he says. “D-do you forgive me, son?” “Yes, I do… we’ve hurt each other somehow. And you’re right, I think mom would want us together.” “Thank you, Damien….thank you so much.” Salvatore wipes his son’s tears, just as Damien did for him before they turned to us. Rather, Damien stares at me, eyes shining with love, passion, and a hint of nervousness. “Thank you.” He mouths, and I blinked at him, then whispered

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.