Novel & Cerita David Salvatore Rule 34

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

If Dante had really looked hard enough, he would have found him sooner. He let go of Luca's chin and pulled him against his chest instead. Luca didn't fight, but his body stayed stiff and unyielding. He felt too light, too breakable. Like he might shatter if Dante held him too tight. A man in a suit appeared in the doorway holding a leather folder. "Your papers, Mr. Salvatore." Dante took them without looking, keeping one arm around Luca. Inside the folder were documents stamped with official seals. Ownership papers. They listed Luca like he was a piece of art or a car. Age, physical description, acquisition price. At the bottom was a line for Dante's signature.

Scarlet widened “OMG!! Really? “Yes, you can g****e about him” Scarlet didn’t waste time to pick up her phone in the side table and g****e about him. “What did you say was his name again?” “David Salvatore, that is what his assistant told me” Scarlet typed his name and every information about him came out, she placed a hand in her mouth when she saw his photos “All my gosh, he is drop dead handsome” May took a look at his picture on the phone and shakes her head “He is way more handsome than this in real life”

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

“Or is it that you refuse to accept the truth when it slips from my mouth as praise?” She looked away, pretending to admire the passing landscape. “It’s Raj’s daughter’s birthday today. She’s turning three, isn’t she? I heard she’s…” Samarth gave a soft, amused exhale. “Ah. The pivot.” He leaned slightly closer, his voice turning into velvet and flame. “Avoid it all you want, Inayat. But know this—when we return, and the world falls asleep… I will not be so merciful. I’ll paint devotion across your skin with my mouth and make you forget your own name before dawn.”

“Gentlemen, thank you. Your help this evening has been useful. I need to be with my family now.” The taller officer rose. “We’ll move to get her apprehended. Charges can include kidnapping, attempted murder, and defamation of your family’s name. We’ll be in contact.” “Good.” Salvatore moved to shake their hands one after the other and see them to the door. When the door shut behind them, the silence pressed heavily on the room. Salvatore locked it with a sharp click, then returned to sit. Luca had already moved closer, while Bach leaned against the table. Both of them were patient enough to listen to me slowly explain everything in detail. It wasn’t like anyone had an option, because I was s

"You need to give us every single name you can remember. Every person who ever worked closely enough with the three of them to have overheard something dangerous." Salvatore nodded, pulling a worn notebook slowly from his desk drawer. "I have kept records," he said. "Quietly, for years, in case this day ever finally arrived. Matteo, I am sorry it took a photograph forcing my hand instead of my own courage bringing me to this table sooner."

The driver’s door opened. A tall, powerful figure stepped out, framed by the headlights like a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. When he spoke, his deep, steady voice carried a mix of urgency and something she had never heard from him before—concern. “Mrs. Salvatore?” Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She blinked hard, barely believing her eyes. Standing before her was Sir Donald Salvatore—Damien’s uncle, the youngest brother of Damien’s late father, and the man who ruled the southern branch of the Salvatore empire with absolute dominance.