Novel & Cerita Salvatore Vampire Diaries

I could hear Chloe say, but I ignored her and exited the house. Arriving at my penthouse, I let out a frustrating sigh when I saw Salvatore seated on the sofa, helping himself to a glass of red wine. "What the heck are you doing here?" I asked with a frown. "I spoke to Ferrari on the phone just now," he replied, sipping his wine majestically. I often wonder if he's a vampire because he never seems to age. "If it's about going to California with Chloe, then I'm not going," I said and pointed at the door. "The door is open. Leave."

Who would be calling on us this late at night; and unannounced? I dabbed at my lips and waited with the others. Monica returned with two sharp-dressed men. The smaller of the two eyed me with interest. He wore a milk white wool overcoat and an expensive white suit. He was sharp with his slicked black hair and goatee. He also happened to be a powerful Vampire. The taller one was obviously the muscle. He watched us all coolly. "Kim, Se?or Marcelle De La Torre, and his Assistant Paolo," Monica said.

His eyes lit up and his figure was finally revealed. Nadia could feel her stomach turn in knots and her heart flutter. The feeling from before came flooding back but she wanted nothing to do with it. Stop it. She thought to herself. The figure stood a measurable distance from her, fidgeting in a way that would seem he was feeling just as uncomfortable as she was. “Who are you?” Nadia finally asked. As reluctant as he was, he answered. “Damon.” He breathed, searching for her response. She didn’t say anything, instead, she eyes the doorway then the windows. This vampire had her hostage.

Salvatore stood to greet us. “Nathan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he expressed and held out his hand to shake mine. “Salvatore, great to see you again,” I said, shaking his hand. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” Salvatore smiled, looking over at Amelie. “Hi, Mr. Aventini,” Amelie spoke. “My name is Amelie. I’m Dr. Michaels's student assistant.” “Ciao, Bella,” Salvatore said as he took Amelie’s hand and kissed it. I wasn’t happy with Salvatore’s lips on her, but I wasn’t going to piss off the head of one of the most powerful mafias in New York City.

I began to link our top warriors to come to Stars hospital room immediately. Stars POV- Felix had left awhile ago so me and Axel decided to just lay here in my hospital bed and watch some Tv. We had been watching this show he put on called The Vampire Diaries, it was honestly crazy to me how the humans made these shows when we actually did exist but they had no real idea. I really liked the sexy guys named the Salvatore brothers they were really hot. “Okay so this is Elena’s best friend Bonnie she’s a witch!” Axel was watching the show intently while unknowingly rubbing my inner thigh.

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”

“You think I didn’t try? My pack was starving, my land burned. You think I wanted to sell my daughter like some bargaining chip? Do you really believe that anyone would want to do this, Alpha? To his own child?” “Want has nothing to do with it,” I said evenly. “An Alpha protects what’s his. You failed to protect her. Instead, you threw her in the flames and chose to come after others have seen her burn.” He took a step forward, rage cutting through his grief. “Careful, Salvatore. You speak of things you don’t understand. And you crossing boundaries that you should not.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I understand enough. And judging by the factors in front of me, it is you who crossed yo

“You seem far more interested in Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro than in a mind-numbing conversation about hedge fund portfolios.” The voice materialized directly behind her. Deep. Smooth. Italian accent threading through flawless English like a slow pour of whiskey. Damn it. She didn’t rush to turn. She counted to three. Took a measured sip of champagne. Then turned—controlled, unhurried—and found Dante Salvatore standing directly in front of her. At this proximity, he was far more dangerous. And what was most threatening wasn’t his power—it was the way he looked at her. He was seeing Elena. Not scanning her body the way every other man had. Seeing her.

My broken ankle burned with every step and I struggled to breathe as I recognised the steel gaze and hard features of the man in front of me. Silvio Salvatore. My destruction. And he was frenetic.

“They laugh, because Tatiana now stalks the girl like prey. Every whisper, every smirk in the street, it chips at our name, piece by piece.” Finally, Salvatore lifted his head. His eyes, dark as volcanic stone, swept the table. The room fell silent as though struck dumb. “My daughter,” he said slowly, each word drawn taut as wire, “is not prey. Nor is she weakness. She is Valerio blood.” He rose from his chair, and even that small motion seemed to shake the air.