Salvatore Books Novels & Stories

he said, his voice cheerful and upbeat. "Lucas, I just got off the phone with Mr. Salvatore. He wants me to organize a preview party for the launch of my book." "That's great news!" Lucas said, sounding genuinely excited. "Yes, but there's a catch. Mr. Salvatore is a strong vampire leader, and I want you and some of our werewolf members to be at the party. Just in case anything goes wrong." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Are you sure that's necessary?" Lucas asked finally.

"You think you’ve won? I’ll kill her right here! I’ll kill this ungrateful bitch!" Salvatore didn't drop his gun. Not even a fraction of an inch. He leveled the barrel straight at my father’s forehead, his entire frame freezing into an unyielding block of ice. The dark vacuum in his eyes returned, deadlier than before. "Touch her, Lorenzo," Salvatore roared, his voice dropping into a register that promised hell itself, "and I’ll make sure you don't die fast. I’ll peel the Russo name from the earth until there’s nothing left but ash."

Trees and houses passed in a blur as the wind howled in my ears. I burst into the temple, my voice hoarse as I yelled, "Healer! Please save my sister! She needs moonlight sorcery!" However, the witch who rushed over gave me a troubled look. "I'm sorry, Ms. Brown. The Alpha has ordered all the healers to tend to Ms. Cooper. There's no one left to treat your sister right now…" I broke down and pleaded, "Please just give me three stalks—no, two stalks of moonleaf vine! That's all I need to help Irene recover on her own!"

“‘You sound distracted, Thea… Is everything okay? If you need something, just ask Giorgio, the butler... Or Franca, the cook. They’ll take care of you until I get back home.’” “I’m fine. I was just thinking of something I had finished reading.” “‘About what?’” “About choices… About life…” He gave a soft chuckle of laughter. “‘Light reading, I see…’” It was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah… It’s one of those silly motivational books… A pocket version that I keep in my bag. As you can see, I’m not the glossy magazine type of reader.” “‘No, you’re not… Would you like to share?’” Damiano asked tenderly.

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.”

Dante says giving no room for objection. Hissing, I nodded and entered the office, walking into Salvatore’s cold and void office. The only picture of his family is on his desk, and that is only his daughter smiling brightly as the sun in the picture, with his hands wrapped around her. Salvatore killed his wife because he caught her fucking his driver. Whatever happened to the poor guy, no one knows, but rumor has it that he is in a locker room somewhere in Leone’s mansion, being tortured till date.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Officer Daniel Miller didn't look up from the stacks of ledger paper as I walked into the precinct's back office. The room smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder. On the desk sat a pile of tributes—thick envelopes of cash, expensive watches, and gold rings—sent by families across the Syndicate for the "Red Savior." The person who was going to walk into the Abyss so their kids didn't have to. "Just taking a look at the price of a soul," I said, my voice sounding like gravel.

“I'm someone very important to Vie, and I know she doesn't want you, so leave.” “Do you know who you're speaking to?” Salvatore doesn't flinch, matching my intense gaze. “And you seem to have forgotten who owns the pack you currently reside in. I just need one word to completely eradicate you from this world.” With a challenging stare I stepped forward. “I would love to see you try.” “You underestimate me, Vaelor.” Salvatore smirked. “Stop swimming in past glory.” “You are the one with spitting delusional takes. I'm not underestimating anyone.”

For my Rednote plans to work out, I might need his corporation too. The reason Salvatore has been tenaciously chasing Adore is because Adore has access to some secret files that were stolen from the FBI. These files exposed some espionage dealings Salvatore was involved in back in the army. If this file leaks, Salvatore will be completely destroyed. While I am hoping never to need this file before sorting everything out, having it at arm’s reach will make me feel more confident. If everything fails, This file can come to play.

"You, who the hell are you?" Salvatore couldn't help feeling offended by the fact that these three famous people didn't recognize him. As a powerful Mafia boss, he had always regarded himself highly, and he would have expected other powerful individuals like Mrs Danvers and Erin, to recognize who he was. Rising from his seat, Salvatore approached Mrs Danvers, saying, "I'm Don Salvatore. And I believe you know the reason why my men kidnaped you?"