David Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I should be scared but am I really? Who knows? "Alright you're right, I do know but we'll do this by my rules…" My Rules. Those two words should scare the fuck out of me because it might as well mean that I'm already at his mercy. So was what I wanted to know, worth putting myself at Savaş Ewald's mercy? "What are your rules exactly?" I surely didn't know what to expect from someone like him but could it really be that bad? Absolutely. Could I handle it? Still not confirmed.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

After all she had been through day after day, hoping and praying the ‘well-meaning’ doctors who worked at the lab would find a cure for lycanthropy so she could be free, was there really nothing to take from it but a collection of sickening nightmares? She owned nothing of significance and yet leaving with nothing felt wrong. There had to be something she salvaged from the neverending sea of suffering inflicted upon anyone and anything which stepped over the threshold. Of course, Adira knew that her meager belongings were not sentient by any means but they had still bore witness to atrocities no person should ever have to suffer through right along with her.

"But, if you don't mind, madam, we heard some rumors that the new Chairman of S-Tech is actually close with your daughter. How true is it?" "Oh, that one!" Mom chuckled. "Yeah, it's true. Chris Salvatore, the new Chairman of S-Tech, and my Tamara have known each other for so long and they've been good friends. They're always there for each other." "So, do you think Mr. Salvatore decided to put an investment on Davis Elegance simply because he wants to help a friend of his?"

“You think I didn’t try? My pack was starving, my land burned. You think I wanted to sell my daughter like some bargaining chip? Do you really believe that anyone would want to do this, Alpha? To his own child?” “Want has nothing to do with it,” I said evenly. “An Alpha protects what’s his. You failed to protect her. Instead, you threw her in the flames and chose to come after others have seen her burn.” He took a step forward, rage cutting through his grief. “Careful, Salvatore. You speak of things you don’t understand. And you crossing boundaries that you should not.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I understand enough. And judging by the factors in front of me, it is you who crossed yo

It wasn't my responsibility that they were low-lifes. Sure, I'd come here to work, but I didn't ask to be treated this way. In fact, fondling was supposed to be against the rules. But the "rules" here were flexible with Salvatore, and he didn't care about the wellbeing of the girls. If he wanted to nix policies, he did. As a stark reminder, I knew my current circumstances were due to his devices.

“You all know why I have called you here, there is a rather treacherous female vampire that has caused quite a stir for us all. Though the question remains, has she done enough to warrant war?” “We know that you mean Elizabeth Phantomhive, she has been a problem for many years, my prince. Why is it now that you wish to strike?” Came an unfamiliar thick Italian accent, though form the way he spoke, I guessed it to be Ezio’s father, Luka Caprotti. “And why is her brother present?” “Agreed, he should be in the dungeons, NOT our meeting.” Growled a female voice, though I couldn’t concentrate on that; something more pressing was eating away at me. “Or better yet, let me render him nothing but a p

"Are you certain you know them? We have a policy against people who book a room next to certain people whom they are probably stalking." "Oh, yes, I understand. But I do know them." I smiled again. She looked at me sharply. "Sir, do you have any document to prove your relations to Mrs. Lana Salvatore and her husband? Or to show that you work for them?" "Ugh, there would be no need for that. I'm Xavier Salvatore, Dax's brother." I took out my ID and showed it to her. She looked at it and then at me and smiled. "Oh yes, you are Xavier Salvatore! I almost didn't recognize you."

Victor added, “we can control a meeting...” “And if she refuses?” Luca asked as he raised a brow in anticipation. “She knows what's good for her. She won't." I assured almost immediately. The plan was set. No killing… yet. No assumptions. Just information. It took our guy forty minutes to bypass the state bar's private registry, but he pulled her personal cell number from an old encrypted case file. One found, he immediately sent it to me without a word. Then I called. “Miss Havan,” I said, soon as the line connected. There were echoes of water running on her end. “We need to talk,” I said calmly. The water suddenly stopped. “About what?” she asked. “And who is this?”

And then a car screeched to a stop behind us. My head turned slowly. A scream pierced the night. “LET ME GO! I SAID LET ME GO!” Carmela, the terrified, struggling daughter of the man who dared lay his hands on my woman, thrashed against two of my men, all bark and panic and desperation. Her dress was torn, her hair wild. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. Salvatore, however, did. He walked toward her with that expressionless calm he was famous for, and without a word, he struck her with the back of his palm so hard she hit the ground with a shriek of stunned silence.