Salvos Novels & Stories

said Salvador emotionless. Romero shrugged his shoulders thoughtlessly. “You are right, I just borrow this name shamelessly.” Salvador glanced at Romero who was joining him on the table. “Can’t I see my sister-in-law?” asked Romero in more challenging way of tone, triggering Salvador to throw the glass he was holding. “Don’t you dare talking about my wife to-be here,” Salvador hissed, looked irritated. “When will you stop playing and messing around out there?” Salvador had heard about Romero who played as grim reaper in Denver and killed young girls and caused much terror in Jaxon Bradwood’s territory

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before continuing, "As you all know, Salvador is the head of our rival family, the Morello. We've been pursuing him for years, but he always eluded us. Now, we have his current whereabouts, and this morning, we will put an end to him." Rising to his feet, Alejandro adjusted his expensive white tuxedo, declaring, "Salvador is disguising as a reverend and is currently within Saint Patrick Catholic Church on Broadway Street. Today marks his final day on this earth. Today is the day he descends into the depths of hell."

"You think I'm the villain here? Look around you. The world is already on the brink of collapse. I'm simply giving it a push in the right direction." James took a step closer, his laptop still in hand. "And you think killing millions is the answer?" Salvatore's gaze shifted to James, his tone sharp. "Collateral damage. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good." Sophia felt a surge of anger rise within her. "You're no savior. You're a monster." Salvatore's smile returned, cold and unfeeling. "Say what you will. But in the end, history will remember me as the one who had the courage to do what needed to be done."

It was not like he cared. "Oh...." Luna form drenched with guiltiness. "An sorry. I wasn't in my right mind yesterday." "It's alright." Salvador smile, his smile slipping when he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. "Garcia Salvador–My name." Mexican. Luna confirmed in her head. "Hubert Luna, and it's nice to meet you." Luna said sincerely. Something about Salvador made her feel comfortable. "So what were you doing?" Her eyes wandered to the book Salvador was holding, and he gave her a nervous smile.

OMNISCIENT POV. A WEEK LATER. (WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THE EVENTS OF CHAPTER 45) "Congratulations my dear." Her Mum, Sarah, said. "Thank you ma." Christiana replied with a smile on her. She had been hired by Nivea to be their content writer and she was over the moon excited. She was also paid to recommend their products on her blog too. They had noticed how much she talked about loving your skin and gave tips for the type of creams to use and they noticed how much engagement she got.

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

She was silent the whole ride to the mountainside, he would caress her cold hand every couple of minutes but she was still not talking. "Markov? Yes, I'd be cashing out on that favor. The safe house, the red cabin I need to use it. It's a confidential manner, private matter. And I would need your best IT guy on loan..." He had contacted the Russian mob before they leave the motel. He was that desperate. Maxim had owed him a favor, they both had a thing where he would scratch his back and he would do the same. He had never asked for a personal favor, and Max was a bit startled but agreed to what Ian asked knowing that one day he would be the one who would be on the other line asking for a fav

He had a menacing grin for a twelve-year old. “You don’t belong here. You’re the people who came for the girl on the hill,” he said and gave me a smirk. “I’m Salvo.” “And this is the pier,” I said. “Nobody belongs here, man.” “Fishermen belong here,” the boy said. “Police pretend to. Tourists leave before they find out.” “What do you want, Salvo?” Andrew asked. “Uh-huh. I want Limoncello biscuits,” he said. “And I want to watch what happens to people who ask stupid questions.” He rang the bell again. He seemed to like the sound.

he shook his head “this is not the time for any of this.” His hands land on my shoulders and I suspect he wasn’t done, Tommy whispers with conviction, “The Salvatores are at war for the first time in decades, you are one of us, fucking act like it.”

Izzy slunk into the corner, deaf to my pleas for her to stop this madness. "What if he's innocent," I sobbed. "He's not," Izzy snapped. Casper and Maddox's wolves squared up, their eyes narrow. Serena pushed herself forward, her fangs dripping with salvia, hungry for vengeance against the wolf she blamed for subjugating her people.