Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

We got to a particular section of the office where some people sat on thier desk while some walked in The man who apparently is Diego's manager cracked. "Guys! This is your new team member. Brianna Salvador, she'll be our assistant finance manager" he explained to them as they looked at me with a smile I guess. "This is Mr Gezell the Finance manager. And here is the CEO's team members, they work directly under the CEO who is Mr Diego De Lucas. Pleas make her welcomed" he added and in a split smile, the man was walking out of the spacious room.

Salvatore stood to greet us. “Nathan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he expressed and held out his hand to shake mine. “Salvatore, great to see you again,” I said, shaking his hand. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” Salvatore smiled, looking over at Amelie. “Hi, Mr. Aventini,” Amelie spoke. “My name is Amelie. I’m Dr. Michaels's student assistant.” “Ciao, Bella,” Salvatore said as he took Amelie’s hand and kissed it. I wasn’t happy with Salvatore’s lips on her, but I wasn’t going to piss off the head of one of the most powerful mafias in New York City.

"You absolute fool. Are you trying to infuriate me to death? Who gave you permission to bring an outsider into our family home? You show zero care for your own fiancée, yet you pour all your attention into a mere assistant." Sophie’s eyes instantly welled with tears, and she turned to Marco with a helpless, pleading look. The hand Marco was using to swirl his whiskey paused. His sharp gaze shot directly toward me. "Did Elena complain to you about me again?" "Hmph! She wouldn't even waste her breath on you," Salvatore snapped. "I’m neither blind nor deaf. Do you honestly think I don't know about the pathetic stunts you’ve been pulling?" Salvatore was already seething because I had just called

The man approached the fellow who had abducted her and paused, he stared at her for a minute and then back at the man. “Who is this? And why is she here?” he queried. “Master, she is the daughter of my debtor, he had offered her to us as collateral,” he replied. “Hey, you abducted me from my house!!” Elena fired. Well, she wasn’t good at keeping her mouth shut. “Silence young lady, you speak when I ask you to.” Their leader scolded her. “Why? Who are you?” Elena queried and rolled her eyes. The man chuckled and walked to her. “I am surprised there is someone from this city who hasn’t heard about me. I am Cain Salvatore, but you can call me the demon,” he said in a dark tone and looked closel

"You know who we are?" Elena's gaze flickered over to the door, her eyes scanning the outside as though checking for any signs of surveillance. "I know more than you think. I've been keeping track of your movements for a while now. You're not the only ones who've been trying to take down Salvatore." James stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Then you know what's at stake. We need your help." Elena studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. "I'm not in this for charity, you know. I have my own reasons for wanting Salvatore gone."

There was no point in hiding anything from him if he was going to be useful. “Here is the situation,” I said. “Don Salvatore tried to kill me. He did not come at me with his own men or guns. He used the girl I bought at auction. Her name is Eleanor. She poisoned a plate of pasta that was supposed to be for me. My second, Matteo, ate it instead. He died right there in my study on the floor.” I paused for a moment. The image of Matteo lying there still hit me hard every time I said it out loud. My jaw tightened and I felt that familiar burn of anger in my chest.

Elena suddenly smiled strangely. She glanced at Killian who was chatting and laughing downstairs, then suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Halen, if I jump from here, do you think Killian will save me or kill you?" "Are you crazy? This is the high seas!" Before I could shake her off. Elena suddenly screamed: "Ah—! Halen, don't push me! Help!" Immediately after, she unhesitatingly flipped over the railing, falling into the bone-chillingly cold seawater like a kite with a broken string.

But before I could move another inch, I heard his low voice. “Elena.” He sounded deadly calm and it gave me the chills. I froze. Jesus, what a big mess! Salvatore stood ten feet away, still in his black pants and open shirt, his morning hair messy. Two of his men were behind him, ready to advance at his command. His eyes burned with fury… and something that was even scarier. Hunger. “You really thought you could run from me?” he said, stepping closer. I backed up until my back hit the wall. “Please… I can’t do this. You’re using me. I’m just a pawn to you.”