Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

he muttered then dismissed Salvatore Salvatore left to his private bunker, he got a text and smiled replying back to it, he cleaned his home and cooked a meal, and around 2PM, he heard a knock on the door. “Come in Senorita” “Charming of you” Theresa said walking in, she left her shoes by his threshold and walked in “I knew you’d take the offer” “Why wouldn’t I? I can’t recall when last I got laid” “Why, you’re now an old woman to your husband?” “You find me old?” “No. You light up my world” he complimented with a smile “Why- thank you, and I’d rather not sleep with my husband before I contact some kind of incurable STD, I know you aren’t that reckless”

Don’t waste it on me. “Her,” I said. It came out before I’d decided to say it, and once it was out it filled the whole room. I wasn’t taking it back. I didn’t want to. “Her,” I said again. “Not the asset. Not the girl I paid for. Her. You put a mark on her and there isn’t a hole deep enough on this earth for you to climb into.” Salvatore’s smile spread like I’d handed him a present. “There it is. Now I own you too. You understand? I don’t even need the trigger. I just keep her breathing and you hand me the rest of your life one piece at a time.”

Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule seven: Don’t let curiosity rot. Rule nine: Night stays in the dark. And rule zero, the one he didn’t say out loud: Alessandro De Santis always knows when you’re watching.

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

“Or is it that you refuse to accept the truth when it slips from my mouth as praise?” She looked away, pretending to admire the passing landscape. “It’s Raj’s daughter’s birthday today. She’s turning three, isn’t she? I heard she’s…” Samarth gave a soft, amused exhale. “Ah. The pivot.” He leaned slightly closer, his voice turning into velvet and flame. “Avoid it all you want, Inayat. But know this—when we return, and the world falls asleep… I will not be so merciful. I’ll paint devotion across your skin with my mouth and make you forget your own name before dawn.”

“ Because there’s a tradition in the Salvatore family . After a couple is married , they have to remain a whole week inside their home , without anyone in the house , not even the maids . “ said Massimo . “ What kind of crazy rule is that ? “ said Luna confused as to how this was a rule in the first place . “ The rule was created in order for the couple to fully enjoy themselves . Usually the men in the Salvatore family aren’t satisfied with just a first night only . “ said Massimo winking at Luna as he took a sip from the glass of whiskey as he enjoyed Luna’s slight blushing face . “ Since our marriage is a fake one , I am reducing it to three days . I can’t stay away from the company’s wor

"Mr. Salvatore, he just woke up. Give us time to figure out what happened. To find out who did this—" "Thirty days is time, Mrs. Hamilton." Salvatore walked toward the door. Then he stopped and turned back. His dead eyes fixed on Brock. "And Mr. Hamilton? Let me be very clear about what happens if you don't pay. I start with your sister, Valerie. She'll learn what my organization does to people who try to cheat us. Then I move to Tatiana Black. Then..." He paused. "Then I take your daughter. And you'll watch every moment of it before I finally get to you."

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."

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

“What was so important to say that he would be dismissed? What is going on between you and my brother?” I shook my head. “Nothing. I had an appointment with my doctor and he said all is well with me and the baby.” Along with a few other things I added in my brain. Salvatore immediately released me and took a large step back. “I will not be cuckolded in my own home. You are mine. You will never be alone with another male ever again. I forbid it.” I furrowed my eyebrow. “Salvatore…” i shook my head. “We.. ” he immediately cut me off.