Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I looked up at him sharply, but his expression remained neutral, giving nothing away except a slight glint in his eyes that might have been ammusement at my confusion. As Rosa led us into the grand house, I realized with startling clarity that Damien Salvatore was a far more skilled actor than I had given him credit for. The cold, calculating businessman and this attentive fiancé seemed like entirely different people. Which version was the real Damien? And why did the confusion between the two make my heart beat so erratically in my chest?

How was I supposed to introduce Salvatore to a cop? “Ah, yeah. Uh, this is my--- friend, Salvatore.” Salvatore’s eyes narrowed when he heard that. But honestly, I didn’t know how to introduce him to anyone. Could I say he was my landlord with benefits or maybe my benefactor with benefits? “Salvatore, your name sounds familiar.” I swallowed, planning to distract David when he spoke again. “Anyway, I’m David, a friend of Angel’s.” He offered his hand, but Salvatore just stared at it. Realizing that his handshake wouldn’t be accepted, the officer quickly withdrew his hand.

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

I recognised them in one glance, one was Dante and other was Michal, I guess that's what his name was? Main question-what was he doing here?! "Oh my god! I can't believe he's here!" A strangely high pitched voice boomed beside us. I glanced arpund to fing group of women looking his way. "Do you know him?" I asked to no one in particular. Eric looked at me like I was a insane woman and tyrned me towards him. "You don't know him?..well, he's a business mogul, Silvio Salvatore. Benefactor and invester of this particular seminar." I couldn't be more shocked. Benefactor? Investor? A killer could never be this!

He stepped out, unfolding from the car like a predator climbing out of a cage, and his men pulled back without a word. He walked toward me, hands loose at his sides, but every step carried weight. Up close, he was bigger than I’d clocked before. His shoulders filled out a black shirt that hugged his biceps and arms tight. “I’m Salvatore,” he said, his voice low, smooth, like he was offering me something I didn’t ask for. I crossed my arms. “Didn’t ask for your fucking name.”