Salvatore Books Novels & Stories

“This particular one was transcribed by my great-grandmother, the previous one was falling apart, too old you could barely see the words.” “Oh?” I flip a few more pages. I noticed some lines were written with quotation marks, with names written under those in particular. I read Silvia Maria Salvatore, another one says Isodora Grace Salvatore but I can’t read what else they have written down, just the names, of Salvatore women. How strange, Good strange, what have they written? pasts recepies? I doubt it, that's what a recipe book is for, this is a rule book so I assume it could be something they learned in their youth. “Does every Salvatore woman get to write something?” I ask once more, Now

Luciano sighs, I am sure just like me, he is not sure whether he should be happy that his brother is standing and healthy and fine infer of him or worried because there is a lot Stefano Valentino will have to catch up to. And she is not sure, his they are going to lay everything down for him. ---------------------------------------------------------- I sigh as I pack all take out a book from the small bag that is resting in my lap. I open the pink cover of the book and try to lose myself in the mystery that I am reading. But every time I try to focus, my attention is snatched away by the hand resting on my thigh as it rubs me tight up and down, it's grabbed by the small skirt that Ramin bo

He growled, absentmindedly gesturing around him. “Now everyone will have a part to play in helping me achieve my goal,” “Which is?” “I’m going to break the foundation on which the Romanov’s stand,” Salvatore was going to pull out the foundation of the Romanov Mafia from under their feet without anyone finding out about his involvement in the matter, because the moment his name was connected to this ploy would be the moment everything backfired. Not only was Salvatore doing this as a retaliation to the attack on his children, but it was also an effort to undermine the Romanov Mafia in the eyes of the underworld.

“You say I cry over dead plants, but you tear up every time you see her in pigtails. So tell me, who’s the real softie now?” Salvatore tilted his head, pretending to look offended. “That’s different,” he said gruffly, though the smile tugging at his mouth gave him away. “Pigtails are emotional. Plants are not.” Aurelia gasped dramatically. “Plants are alive, Nonno!” He sighed like she’d just proven him wrong in court, and I had to bite back a laugh. Salvatore gave Aurelia a playful tug before setting the storybook aside. “You all gang up on me the second I show emotion,” he muttered, but his eyes were soft.

“Why are you helping me then? Why didn’t you just kill me the moment I walked into your warehouse?” Salvatore’s silence stretched. He tapped ash from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. Finally, he said, “Because the city has enough monsters. I don’t want to be another one. You were a boy caught in fire you didn’t start. And because…” His lips curved. “Killing you won’t bring him back. But guiding you, shaping you—that might bring me something more valuable.” Rico shivered. “Which is?” “Loyalty.” Salvatore’s voice was like a quiet hammer. “A boy with nothing to lose, who owes me his survival. That is worth far more than vengeance.”

And I craved him. I looked down at my swollen belly, running my hands over the small bump. You are my salvation, I thought, feeling the tiny life inside. And you are my damnation. I finished the eggs, swallowed the vitamin, and lay back against the silk sheets. The penthouse was silent, cold, and beautiful. I had been saved from the gutter. But as the hours crawled by, and the daylight turned to dusk, I realized I was just waiting for the monster to come home and claim me.

Something I couldn’t quite place. “And do you know what’s worse?” Tamara continued bitterly. “I had my men investigate the girl. Ask around. And the girl turned out to be that Salt.” The name landed on me like a slap. Recognition instantly flashed through me at the name. “The girl at Davenport that Chase and his father were supposed to deliver to us for the sacrifice. The girl that Chase and his father continuously claimed was missing.” Tamara cried out in rage. Tears blurred her eyes as her breathing turned ragged.

Salvatore seethes at the thought of being tied down by marriage, especially a marriage that he had no say in. It was high time all this shit stopped, even though he knew his mother would use his career as bait to get him to agree to her crooked plan, he was prepared to let her know who had the upper hand. It was high time to let every one of them know who they were messing with. Salvatore picked up his suit and pulled out his phone, he dialled Luca's number and waited for a while. The phone stopped ringing and Luca's voice filled his ear. ‘Boss,’ Luca greeted. ‘Do you need me to bring a stress reliever to you?’

he added, a sly smile spreading across his face as if he knew a secret I didn't. I narrowed my eyes, giving him a suspicious gaze. "Why did you say that?" I asked, my tone laced with skepticism. As usual, a sly smile played on his lips, making me wonder what he was hiding. His enigmatic grin only added to my curiosity, and I felt myself becoming increasingly intrigued. I walked over to the shelf, and that’s when I noticed the covers - my eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god, I've been saving up for these!" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a squeal.

Manzella reminded him. Giuliano chuckled evilly. "That's if they know who did it... I have a plan, Manzella, but it's still yet a plan...still cooking. They won't know what hit them until it's too late," He took a drag from his cigar again, and exhaled rings of smoke. "You know, I once fancied his mother, yeah, the Mafusia?" He smiled lecherously. "But Salvatore stole her from me. That sly fox with all his charms.”