Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore Novels & Stories

"I spent months down there when I was sixteen and my father was teaching me how to dispose of bodies, I know every passage and every exit and which walls are solid versus which ones are just old brick that can be broken through." "Then we spend today mapping our strategy and tomorrow we hit the restaurant." I was feeling something that might have been hope or might have been insanity. "We make Salvatore so angry that coming after us personally is the only way he can restore his reputation." "And if this works, if we actually manage to kill him..." Carlo trailed off. "Then Matteo becomes Don and he's even worse than his father." Damien finished. "Which is why we can't just kill Salvatore, we

But the truth was glaring right at me. It was a picture of her. She was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking like a goddess. And she was smiling. A real smile. Not the fake one she used to give me. And she was with a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Damian Moretti. The name was familiar. Very familiar. I scrolled through the article, my anger rising with every word. "Bianca Salvatore, only daughter of billionaire Julio Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Corp, married Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti Empire, in a lavish ceremony today in Los Angeles."

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

Wayne proceed to walk over Diana's side and place his hand on her shoulder. "What do you mean, Girlfriend?!" A voice questioned.. everyone in the room recognized the voice including Diana who turned to look at the stairs where the voice was coming from. And there stood him.... The man she recognized as her once best friend and her first love. The man she knew his name as Damon! "Damon Salvatore? " Diana called out. Trying to be sure he was who she thought he was. ______ Diana walked down the garden and stood beside Damon who turned to look at her and then smile. Diana returnedvthe smile.

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

“I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this. Damon helped me carry Scarlett to a magic Doctor's inn. “Emergency…!” “Be calm,” the Doctor assured us. “She will be fine. What is the issue “She got attacked by a wolf with enemy blood.” “Okay…” Very quickly, Scarlett felt safe again and was resting. Then Damon pulled me away from everyone. He led me straight to his private quarters in the Alpha house. As soon as the door was shut, the aura changed. Damon pushed me towards the wall, his body hard against mine. “Watching you fight that way… really drove me crazy,” he growled. He pasted his lips on mine. The kiss was wild and it showed how craving he was for s*x.

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.

Salvatore sighed; he wished he could do more for her the way Adler did, take matters into his hands and make sure she was okay, He might be holding her deepest secret and helping her get rid of it, but was that enough? "Hey," a hand fell on his shoulder, "I've been looking for you." Salvatore stared at the hand on his shoulder, then looked up at its owner, he immediately went rigid, listening to his world go silent. "I didn't know you were here, Boss." Victor Domenico, second son to the Godfather, standing at least six foot, with an easygoing frame, sad brown eyes that were inherited from his mother, sharp intellect that set him above the rest, and an excellent attribute that could have had

“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.

"Are you certain you know them? We have a policy against people who book a room next to certain people whom they are probably stalking." "Oh, yes, I understand. But I do know them." I smiled again. She looked at me sharply. "Sir, do you have any document to prove your relations to Mrs. Lana Salvatore and her husband? Or to show that you work for them?" "Ugh, there would be no need for that. I'm Xavier Salvatore, Dax's brother." I took out my ID and showed it to her. She looked at it and then at me and smiled. "Oh yes, you are Xavier Salvatore! I almost didn't recognize you."