Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

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!"

"Really, Sofia? Are you saying that about my wife?" Salvatore’s voice didn't rise, but it dropped into a terrifying, icy register that made the temperature in the room plummet. His dark eyes locked onto Sofia like a predator targeting a rabbit. The lazy, amused smirk was completely gone from his face, replaced by a cold, murderous promise. "I... I..." Sofia stuttered, the blood instantly draining from her face. She took a panicked step backward, completely choked by the suffocating aura radiating off him. "Don’t you dare talk to my daughter like that, Salvatore! Don’t!" Elizabeth shrieked, throwing her arm out to shield Sofia. She glared at Salvatore with raw, unhinged hatred. "I will still

I excused myself from the conversation with a word and began moving toward her. I was halfway across the room when a voice rang out behind her. Clear and loud enough to carry. “You must be Mrs. Salvatore.” A brief pause. “Luciano’s wife.” The words landed like something dropped into still water. The ripples spread immediately. The men I had just left paused their conversation. The young woman talking to Ella looked up. Heads turned to that vicinity. Ella turned. I turned. Damien Ross stood behind her, hand extended, wearing that smile.

Chapter 6 Elsie For a moment, nothing happens. The priest stares at the man in front of him like he doesn’t understand the language that was just spoken. Salvatore—because I remember now, faintly, that someone said his name that night—doesn’t move. He stands beside me with the same quiet patience he walked down the aisle with, as if he has all the time in the world. The church is completely silent, and then, somewhere in the back, someone begins to sob softly.

I tell her typing away on my phone without taking a glance in her direction. We get to the restaurant, take our seats and I call for the waiter. "Good day sir and ma'am, what would you like to order" "I'll have a plate of pasta e Fagioli" "I'll take just water" Eulalia tells the waiter "Get two plates of what I ordered" I tell the waiter and nod for him to get our orders. "Sir, please what about the the client we are supposed to meet" she asks with raised brows "Constantine" I said with displeasure " How many times have I told you to call me Constantine and not sir? I do not like to repeat myself and besides we are way passed this, i've had my head down your cunt" I give her my proudest smil

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

asked Salvatore. ------------------------------------------

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.”