Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore

Salvatore laughed. My Papa, Salvatore Aventini, is the best father you could ever ask for. If you didn’t know, you would never guess he is one of the most prominent Mafia dons in New York. A man with a strong hand in his life, but never with his family. I’m the oldest of the Aventini children. The Mafia princess, as people call me, but that’s not what I want to be. I want to be an Economist. When I found out that Dutton Marks, one of the world’s best Economists and literally my idol, was going to be at the wedding, I begged my dad to bring me.

And that's not to mention the fact that he's an horny mother fucker who can't do without women. It's very annoying to have someone like that with you, and he is also a proud brat as well as rude and spoilt. Let's say, his parents made a mistake having him, I mean, they could have just used protections and Prevented that monstrosity but no, they decided against it and what do we have? A monster without a name. A mistake. Damien Salvatore. “Stop cussing me in your mind, it won't accept me!” He said, locking up his car door after taking a bottle of alcohol from it.

Vladimir Salvatore was a ruthless and evil man, taking lives as he seemed fit, he died a gruesome death, Damien strokes his chin from what he remembered he was dragged down to hell by his grandfather, he won't be able to come out even if he wanted to. His grandfather Ulrik Lafayette was a powerful and ruthless vampire, this man Damien hadn't seen him for years. "What there doing won't work, it's just a waste of blood...." Callous nodded but if it wasn't meant for that guy, then it would make even more sense. "What if it wasn't meant for Salvatore, what if it was meant for someone else..." Then it was a big possibility, Damien sighed did they found out about Madeline so sooner. "Do you think.

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

Damon, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, took her hand and whispered, "Thank you, Sarah. I never expected any of this, but having you by my side... it means everything." It was in that moment of crisis, with the threat of Damon's arrest looming, that Sarah revealed her true identity as a lawyer and stepped forward to protect her fiancé's rights. Her legal expertise had temporarily averted the arrest, and as the detectives retreated, Damon's gratitude for Sarah knew no bounds.

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

My hands started to shake and when I flipped the next picture, I was met with horror. There a picture of Xavier as he was, as an adult with his full name but it wasn’t Xavier that was written there. SALVADOR MICHEAL, SON OF ALPHA MICHEAL OF THE SILVERMOON PACK There was no way. Right? Salvador died years ago. I saw him fall. There was no way Xavier was him. if not why did he have to lie about his name? I stood there, the papers falling from my hand. I was confused, horrified that not only could he have lied to me, he deliberately made me suffer. But that would make sense right?

“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.

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

A familiar silky baritone seethed. “I really didn't mean…” The words died in my throat when I met those steel-grey eyes. “Damian?” His eyes dropped to the mess I made of his shirt. Irritation crossed his face. “Mr Salvatore. We're not friends,” he corrected stiffly. “Noted,” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Just how clumsy can you be?” He hissed. “What are you even doing here?” “I'm so sorry about that,” I apologised, attempting to wipe it once again.