Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

He stepped out of the car, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead and those big, innocent-looking brown eyes that made people trust him on sight. He looked like the kind of guy who helped old ladies cross the street, not someone who could end a life without blinking. He lit his own cigarette and walked over casually, hands in his pockets. “Eliana Salvatore. You wanted to talk?” I flicked ash from my cigarette and nodded. “Yeah. I need you to handle something for me. Something important.” Scorpion leaned against the car beside me, studying my face. He didn’t rush me. “I’m listening.”

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

Salvatore, whose faces twisted in displeasure. “I will make this clear,” he declared. “As long as I live, no one will destroy this marriage.” Elena looked at Avery—whose face had darkened into something bitter and ugly, as if she wanted to curse the old man right there. “Miss Miller,” Old Mr. Salvatore said calmly, “you are the eldest daughter of the Miller family, and I will address you as such.” “Yes… Grandpa Salvatore?” she forced out, her jaw tense. “I believe my granddaughter-in-law, Elena, is incapable of kidnapping your son. If you insist she did, feel free to consult my legal team.”

“And you, my dear. Were you there? For this… relocation?” Elena met his gaze, letting a sliver of cold pragmatism show. “I was. Seemed like a waste of a usable resource to just bury him. Dante’s approach had more long-term value.” She was backing his play, building their narrative of a cold, efficient partnership. “How mercenary of you,” Salvatore murmured, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Which brings me to my central question. Who are you, really? Dante insists you’re a talented freelancer. But talent like yours… it has provenance.”

she couldn't understand why, she assumed it was with the same intention as her, and Jelena was attracted to Axel and so another rivalry started but this time, unlike Rita, Jenela was her superior. Axel had no idea what was going on in Gretel's mind, he was just grateful that Jelena appeared to save him from her clutches. Unlike the delusional Gretel, Axel was very certain that Jelena had not the slightest interest in him. In fact, the thought never came to mind and he never wondered why or even realized that she treated him differently. Who was Jelena Savage? Well, if anyone asked him, he would only reply with one sentence; "She is the devil" Axel returned to the dorms and took away a few th

Viola halted the doctor. My heart skipped a beat as my face shifted to the doctor. “What’s wrong with my sister? She doesn’t look good,” Viola questioned, turning to the doctor. Tancredi’s eyes flicked from Viola to me, and I gave her a quiet disapproval. “The Luna is…Elena is fine. She’s strong and doing well. I just stopped by for her regular check up,” Doctor tanctedi answered. I let out a sigh of relief before Viola turned back to me. She inched closer and stroke the strand of hair on my forehead.

Elena Salvatore breathlessly asked. "Soon." "Soon? When?!" "Within a week." She coughed and cleared her throat. "I might not live long enough to see my great-grandchildren. The least I want is to see you happily married to a lovely woman and guess what? I've found the perfect match for you!" His brows drew into a frown. "Who?" "Lilliana Russo!" "Russo..." "Lily is a lovely girl and so beautiful. I'm sure you will fall head over heels once you see her!"

‘Don’t tell me basic stuff like he is handsome, rich and all those nonsense idealized versions of him the public seems to have, I want the unusual, things that you feel are illegal to know about him. Aria pinched the bridge of her nose and swallowed hard. ‘One time,’ she began, staring into Luciana’s unwavering eyes. ‘There was news of Salvatore being engaged to a model, Chantelle Albergo was her name, and he seemed to love her very much at that time.

I recognised them in one glance, one was Dante and other was Michal, I guess that's what his name was? Main question-what was he doing here?! "Oh my god! I can't believe he's here!" A strangely high pitched voice boomed beside us. I glanced arpund to fing group of women looking his way. "Do you know him?" I asked to no one in particular. Eric looked at me like I was a insane woman and tyrned me towards him. "You don't know him?..well, he's a business mogul, Silvio Salvatore. Benefactor and invester of this particular seminar." I couldn't be more shocked. Benefactor? Investor? A killer could never be this!

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.