David Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I scolded. "I know. I asked Rose. And as your buddy, I had to do some research" He rubbed his hands together, trying to sound as mysterious as possible. "That's not even necessary. It's not like I'm gonna fall in love with her anyway" I said. "Let me tell you, her name is Natalie Karina Salvatore, the daughter of the Salvatore Enterprises. She's an Economics Professor and she's a part time head decorator at their family bakery which is really famous, she models part time as well and from my sources, she's the most obedient, most loved and most cared for daughter in her family" Victor explained.

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

I'd filled out since the last time I was here. My shoulders were broader now and my abs more defined thanks to daily gym sessions that were definitely not motivated by impressing anyone in particular. I ran my fingers through my dark hair, pushing it back, then immediately felt stupid. This isn't a date. Stop preening. But when I walked back out to the pool and saw Marcus's eyes track down my body before snapping back up to my face, I was glad I'd looked. "There he is!" Devon thrust a massive margarita glass into my hand. The rim was crusted with salt and the contents were a dangerous shade of green. "Dad makes them strong, so pace yourself."

I mean, who could be so cruel? “I swear if I find the one, I’ll crush his soul,” Sara said. Nabi joined as well, “I think, it’s better for us to not get involved in anything like it.” After much silence, Steve said, “This might trouble Gloria but I feel like it’s work done by the men of Salvatore.” Everyone nodded at his comment. “Who is Salvatore?” I asked. “Zohan Salvatore, the king of Carnival,” Steve said and that’s when it clicked with me.

“Please. I’ve dealt with worse than some brat in fake designer.” “Still. I feel awful.” “Want me to handle her?” “Yes,” I said immediately. “Don’t hold back.” Her grin was downright terrifying. “Then let’s go home. This day’s already ruined.” Back at the house, I left her to rest and locked myself in the study. My mind was racing, but I had work to do. I dug into Don Salvatore’s, put his name on g****e sites. Which was a dumb thing to do. Nothing. Not a trace.

Vonn answered her, without a hint of emotion in his tone. “ No I don’t mean that. I mean I hope you’re not expecting any sexual favors from me during this six month pretend-engagement?” “I know we don’t know each other that much but let me tell you this, I have hundreds if not thousands of women at my beck and call. Therefore this contract prohibits us to have a sexual relationship like normal couples as I said, we are pretending to be engaged. So, yeah, no worries I won’t touch you. “ But if my father is in my house I hope you don’t mind if we act like we are really a lover?” he said

"Who is it?" David's eyes met mine directly. "His name is Salvatore. He was a former ally of Vincent's, and he's apparently been waiting for the right opportunity ever since Vincent died." "Where can we find him?" David hesitated, and that hesitation told me everything I needed to know about his real intentions. "Let me stay here for a few days," he said. "I can help you locate him properly."

Chapter 03: Dislike Jasmine Reign's POV I took a careful sip of my drink, listening to Chris ramble on like he always did. His eyes were wide, a mix of disbelief and admiration plastered across his face. Apparently, what I just told them sounded shocking. "So… you mean you actually saw the great and handsome Draven Green, Ryder Sanford, and Rocco Miller on the very first day of school? Oh my god, you are such a lucky bitch!" Chris practically shouted, nearly making me choke on my drink.

Very Early The Next Day Salvatore adjusted the podium slightly and placed both hands on it. “My name is Salvatore Vitale, and I’m here to clear the air surrounding my family,” he began calmly. “For what it’s worth, I never wanted to drag my family’s private matters into the public eye. But there comes a time when silence becomes dangerous.” He paused. “I recently survived a violent incident at my private residence. My home was attacked. My sense of safety was violated. And during that chaos… a woman was taken from my property.”