Novel & Cerita Ra Salvatore New Books

Donovan’s golden eyes searched my face, waiting for a slip, for a single crack in the mask I had spent years perfecting. I gave him nothing. After a long, agonizing moment, he released me. Leaning back in his chair, he studied me with a look that was both calculating and vaguely irritated. “You’re good,” he admitted. “Most would have folded by now.” I smiled. Just a little. “I’m just a servant, Alpha.” Donovan let out a quiet hum, unconvinced. His fingers tapped the table once, twice. Then, finally: “Salvatore is planning something.”

Amelia's POV Salvatore was away for a few days, and for a while I could breathe. I was sleeping without worrying that he was going to walk into my room and have his way with me. I had been following his orders like a well-trained soldier, just as his expected from me. And though he had refused to change his mind about letting me see Ben, he had given me the freedom to go out without a bodyguard. That was if I was not going somewhere close, within a given parameter. So just to get away from my prison, I had become a regular at the library a few miles away from my prison. Before I was trapped in Salvatore’s world, I never liked reading. But now it was my to-go hobby. It was my way of escaping

Alpha Matthew explained. " I don't care what she did or what you know or didn't. The fact is, she's dead now. What would it make of me if I didn't avenge my only sister." He said. He definitely didn't care about his sister. He just wanted to see Alpha Matthew squirming. And he's only doing it for his own satisfaction and to still keep his reputation intact. "Please Mr Western. You have to understand. It was just a mere mistake." Mrs Sky pleaded the stubborn Mr Western.

“Why should I believe you’ll keep your word?” I took a slow breath. Then I reached into my coat and tossed a small black notebook onto the table. Salvatore didn’t touch it immediately. He looked at it like it might bite. “What is this?” “Names,” I said. “Contacts. My offshore shell companies. Every laundering route I own.” The sons exchanged shocked glances. Salvatore’s gaze sharpened. “That’s a death sentence for you if I betray you.” “Yes.” The old man studied me. The firelight threw shadows over his craggy face. He looked like the devil himself, pondering whether to take a soul.

But when I sit up, the bed sheet shows a brown stain, old blood dried into the cotton like a Rorschach test of my failures. The door opens. Salvatore steps in, carrying a metal tray. On it: a bottle of prenatal vitamins stolen from God-knows-where, a cold cannoli, and a Beretta M9 magazine—full, heavy. "Messina tonight," he says, not looking at my face. "Fishing boat. Then Naples. If you can still walk." "I can walk," I say. My voice sounds like gravel in a blender.

"This place isn't like your normal world, some people here might take a lot of interest in your book." Salvatore turns and walks away, leaving me with a sense of unease. "What does he mean by that?"

But it didn’t take long for the fractures to bleed through the porcelain. Salvatore was careful. He read the papers silently every morning, his face unreadable, as if choosing which life to ruin. He locked himself in his study with men who spoke in murmurs she couldn't hear every night. He emerged smelling of gunpowder and cologne, his shirt collar red but not with wine. She heard rumors she had dismissed as fabrications. And then she saw. After a nightmare, she descended the stairs to find the parlor dimly lit. Salvatore sipped cognac in the armchair as two men killed a man at his feet.

“Come in. “I call and I hold my breath as the door creaks open. Sure enough, It is Salvatore. He looks… pissed. Is he angry because I asked for a new room? Did he come here to ask me to come back to his room? Does he want to say something about the way I spoke to him? “I’m sorry I... “I begin, but he cuts me off. “Do you like the room? “He questionsn, looking around the white and black themed room. “Yes. It’s… comfortable. “I reply, and he nods. He suddenly hands me a folder, and I raise a brow. He shakes it gently, signalling me to take it, and I reluctantly do so. “What’s this? “I question and I eye the folder, and his reply makes me look back up at him in confusion. “A list of businesses

I mean, who could be so cruel? “I swear if I find the one, I’ll crush his soul,” Sara said. Nabi joined as well, “I think, it’s better for us to not get involved in anything like it.” After much silence, Steve said, “This might trouble Gloria but I feel like it’s work done by the men of Salvatore.” Everyone nodded at his comment. “Who is Salvatore?” I asked. “Zohan Salvatore, the king of Carnival,” Steve said and that’s when it clicked with me.

Salvatore's presence alone sent a chill down her spine, his power suffocating. "Get away from him, Rory," James growled, keeping his hold on Rory, who was trying to recover from the blow. Rory glared up at James but made no move to fight back, his breath shallow from the impact. Salvatore stepped into the room, his boots silent against the floor as he moved with the kind of control that made everything seem inevitable. "You've made a terrible mistake, both of you," he said, his eyes flicking from Sophia to James. "You think you can stop me? The network I've built is untouchable."