Salvatore Boarding House Novels & Stories

“But begging for his forgiveness means accepting that he is remarrying and will be replacing my mother.” Sophia sighed wearily. “Don't you want him to be happy again?” “And what about me?” “Desiree…” “Thanks for the ride.” Desiree abruptly ended the conversation. “I'll see you later.” Desiree stepped out of Sophia's car and walked across the street. She paused, taking a deep breath as she stood in front of the massive building of Rothschild Group of Industries, located in one of the most expensive and industrial areas of the city. With most of its exterior made of glass, this gray building outshone the surrounding structures.

I ran to the nightstand like an excited little girl who's crush texted her for the first time and opened my messages. You've used 80% of your data I sighed disappointedly. All of a sudden I received another message, a smile finding itself on my face as I opened it up The Domino's 50% off pizza deal! Spend $30 or more and get 50% off! Just use code SAVEBIG2. I was so naive, why did I think he would text me anyway. I jumped on the bed into a lying position, frustratedly. I frowned when I heard screeching from below. I quickly jumped off and checked to see if Estella was okay. I totally forgot she was there. I looked underneath and found her giggling quietly.

Adler tried to kick through the door, but while nothing was giving way, he hated himself for the extra security he had put up at her door. Especially the idea of handing her the spare keys; now they were all locked in. "I have her spare key!" Salvatore announced through the chaos. "What are you waiting for?" Kyra demanded. "The door won't fucking give way with a couple of boots." Salvatore stormed out of the hallway; one would listen to the sound of his boots tribbling down the stairs to get what? Had he said something like a spare key? Hadn't he? He couldn't have heard correctly, but he impulsively threw his shoulder into the door, causing it to crash open. He managed to catch himself just

The front door creaked open slowly, and Salvatore stepped inside, his clothes slightly disheveled—collar of his shirt loose, as if he had been tugging at it in frustration. The soft click of the door echoing through the silent house seemed to amplify the tension in the air, thick enough to cut. It was well past midnight.

I stepped out of the car with my hands by my side as I walked into the house to see a maid cleaning around the house. A maid? “Welcome madam,” she bowed humbly while I ran a quick scan through her features. A brown haired young woman she seemed in her middle twenties with electric blue eyes and a petite frame. I nod heading to the bedroom but found the door locked when I tried turning on the doorknob. What’s going on? Be careful what you wish for an inner voice murmurs. The latch of the door unlocks. Salvatore walks right out and he has changed into a simple Pajama with his hands lost in its pocket but I can’t stop staring at the massive abs hidden in his P.J.

I did not know what she meant, but I returned her smile and went in search of Iris and her grandfather. THE HOUSE WAS even bigger than I thought. Every hallway seemed to merge with another. There always seemed to be a stairway, that led to another stairs. I walked around, feeling lost for a while, then I heard his voice. It was muffled in the distance, so I followed it to a door. I knocked once and entered. Salvatore was sitting on a couch with Iris on his lap. Her legs were swinging lazily and they were both looking into a large hard book. They both looked up at me as I approached.

Not yet. There was one last thing he needed to do. He turned around and started walking toward the cells. They were dark and cold, built deep below the packhouse. Two guards opened the gates when they saw him coming. They didn’t speak. They just stepped aside. Salvatore walked in slowly. His boots made a soft sound on the floor. The hallway was long and quiet. Cold wind touched his face. The lights were dim. He passed the cells one by one, until he stopped in front of the last one.

I hopped out of the car, with my arms wrapped tightly around my chest wondering where he has taken me. “We——,” He stuttered, clearing his throat as he stood right next to me. “I wouldn’t want Flynn suspecting a thing about our little misunderstanding back at the house, and so I thought of it to be wise bringing you here,” Lucas said. And without any response, I etched forward like I had a damn clue of where I was. Salvatore was engraved into the silver stainless steel above the revolving entry doorway. Blue-tinted windows covered with scattered snowflakes adorned the outside of the building.

For a second, neither of us spoke. Thunder cracked loudly outside. The storm looked violent beyond the windows, waves crashing brutally against the cliffs below. Salvatore loosened the top buttons of his shirt slowly before walking toward the bar. I shouldn't have noticed the movement of his hands. But I did. God. Everything about this man felt dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with guns. "You should sleep in another room tonight," he said while pouring another drink. I crossed my arms immediately. "No." His eyes lifted toward me. "That wasn't a suggestion."

Honestly, can you blame me? But right now, that didn’t matter. Not when I was being sent off to Raven & Co. owned by Julian Salvatore Julian Salvator had to be the most obnoxious human I’d ever met. Every time I saw him at a board meeting, he looked like he was silently ranking everyone in the room and somehow, I was always last. And let’s not even get started on his background. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Austin Salvator, were practically royalty in this country. Rumor had it Julian left home young and built his company from the ground up.