Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

‘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.

Gerald froze mid-step. Salvatore’s grin widened, shark-like. “She’s quite the beauty, isn’t she? Fiery. Loyal. The kind of woman worth bleeding for.” He tapped his cigar against the tray. “It’d be… unfortunate if harm ever found its way to her. California's can be a dangerous place, Gerald. You never know whose crosshairs might line up.” Gerald’s hands clenched at his sides, veins taut against his skin. Rage clawed at his chest, but his face remained a mask of calm. He turned slowly, meeting Salvatore’s gaze head-on.

Cattleya's POV Mr. Salvatore glared at me as if he'd seen a ghost, then immediately pretended like he didn't know me, "Who the hell are you?" I chuckled softly. "Oh, you're just like your daughter. She pretended she didn't know me too. Alright, let me present myself again. My name is Cattleya Sullivan. The woman who died three years ago." Suddenly, Elise interjected, "It's Dylan's birthday, and I don't want you to ruin my son's birthday..." then she glanced at Jaxon. "How could you bring this woman here to cause some chaos?"

“He did?” Elisa nod, “You are a genuine delight. I’m Elisa Gilbert, we kinda went to the same university.” And moving closer to Vary, she whispers, “He has always been a blabbermouth with things and people he liked.” Into her ear, causing Vary to chuckle. I hear her though and my cheeks felt like they are on fire and I glare at her, but she willingly ignores it, “If I didn’t know you in college, I would have asked the owners to fire you for breach of privacy.”

I never dreamed it would be so effortless. “I hired Elena to pretend to be my fiancée. She’s not from a rich family out west. She’s from a relatively poor family right here in the city. She’s not a Mafia girl. She’s a kindhearted, funny, beautiful woman with her own dreams and aspirations.” “You hired her,” Salvatore says, eyes narrowed. “I’m not following.”

I looked out over the hall, at Rosa still trembling in her chair, at Adriana standing alone with a father's ghost freshly unburied in front of strangers, at Salvatore's shame written plainly across his face for the first time in thirty years. "There is a fourth name in this," Salvatore said quietly, stepping close enough that only Isabella and I could hear him. "One I have never spoken aloud to anyone. Not even you." My chest went cold. "Whose." Salvatore's eyes moved toward the back of the hall, toward a face I had trusted my entire life. "Camilla Marchetti's father," he whispered. "He financed Basile's silence himself."

'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.

she said shaking her shoulder for the second time. “What!!” I said in a very deep tone “Thank you for taking me on this ride” Elena whispered to me. Elena made me rest my head on the back of the seat and quietly walked toward where Gigi was. She made Gigi come out of the seat she shared with Franco and then went to the back. I guess she wanted to talk to Gigi in private. Everything happened in a hurry and Gigi wasn't aware she was engaged to me. The next thing I heard was Gigi's loud obnoxious voice Franco and I turned at the same time to find out what the problem was.

In the same way, I hated him. I was done peeing, I got up and ready to flush the toilet but I halted when I heard a feminine voice inside the washrooms. I heard a lady talking and her familiar voice got me eavesdropping. It was Elena. "Relax. Everything is in control." Her shrill voice echoed. "No, no. Don't rush anything at this moment, just let Salvatore handle it." My brows furrowed on hearing Salva's name. "Listen to me! She is okay. She is fine. But from what I have seen, she hates him the way he hates her. So, she will do as Salvatore has instructed."

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"