Stefan Salvatore Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

He smiled again, wider now, and stepped back as if we were just two old friends catching up. “You’ve done well with the mask,” he said lightly. “But I knew Elena. And I never forget people who help me survive a war.” I blinked. “Wait.. what?” He raised his glass. “Dante Salvatore. Former associate of your late alter ego. Once a thorn in Bruce Calloway’s side.” He tapped his glass to mine. “Still am.” The twist in my gut didn’t loosen. “What do you want?” “To help you,” he said plainly. “And to destroy Bruce. Piece by piece.”

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

"I want to fuck your face..." Barf... Gigi's response was laced with playful teasing. "Oh, Capo, so eager. But how about this time, I call the shots?" I held my breath, waiting for Salvatore's reaction. After a moment of silence, he chuckled, his voice tinged with excitement. "I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind, dolcezza?" A mischievous giggle escaped Gigi's lips before she replied, her voice low and sultry. "How about I tie you up and ride your face and your cock until you beg for mercy?"

I - when I raised it with dad I was furious at you and I - I thought maybe you would love me with time or I can always say no before the wedding," said Aryan. Salvatore looked at him. "I don't love anyone in this world and I never will. I am incapable of that and you are barking up the wrong tree. With me you will never have anything you want or desire," said Salvatore. "Don't be so dramatic," said Aryan. "Oh, well, have you heard if the Capo, Aryan?" asked Salvatore. "Of course who hasn't," asked Aryan surprised. "It's me, Salvatore El Manzoni," said Salvatore and looked at Aryan whose hand fell from his shoulder and he was looking at him in shock.

I muttered, speechless. “Isn't this her aunt?” Stefano asked. “Yes.” Salvatore revealed while Elena kept kicking and wriggling against the tie holding her hands in place. Elena sneered at me , rolling her eyes. She kept making jerks and turns to show her inconvenience. Salvatore helped her out of her misery but taking off the tape with force “You crazy bitch!” She spat. “You think this would frighten me? Employing gangsters to beat me up? Remember to run wherever you can because I'm going to make your life miserable!”

"Really you have a son! How old is he?" "He is two" her reply came. "Well as earlier Introduced, I'm Brianna Salvador. I'm twenty three. That's pretty everything, I have a very boring life, no life partner." "Really?" "Why?"Serena asked. Making me bite my lower lip anxiously. "Well I don't know" "Why do girls love the act of gossiping?"Finns voice raised. He was there standing behind Laurianne with his hand on her shoulder. Where did he appear from ? "Get out Finn!"Laurianne slapped his hand but that only made him sit down on our chair with this huge smile on his face.

She asked as Salvatore raised his gaze to her. "What?" He exclaimed in anger after listening to the voice recording. "How can he do this to me, so he teamed up with my enemy to stab me at the back?" He was so angry and was moved to drag Eduardo out, but Rosa advised him to play the fool until Eduardo could lead him to Sofia himself. Salvatore saw this to be a good idea as he decided to play along, he first tapped Eduardo's phone and placed a tracker on him so he could monitor his movements.

But Romano noticed. "No, sir. Nothing." "Good." Victor nodded and left. The door closed. Romano leaned back. His fingers tapped once against the desk. Twice. He hated that Victor's silence had bothered him. He hated even more that he had asked. His gaze drifted towards the file. Mariah Gilbert. A woman he had been perfectly willing to eliminate twenty-four hours ago. Now she was alive because Elena had refused. Romano should have been furious. Instead, he found himself wondering what exactly had made Elena draw that line.

I instructed the driver. To the world, I was the youngest billionaire CEO of the Salvatore Conglomerates, who was also a philanthropist, and Luca was my most trusted assistant. To the underworld, I was the youngest Mafia Don of the biggest Sicilian mafia family, EL Salvatore, named after my family. Today was the opening of Salvatore’s conglomerate Youth House in the centre of Sicily, and that silly mouse wanted to make me late. My phone dinged with a message from my best friend, Davian. He needed help with something. I sent him a quick text saying that I would call him later before eyeing Luca. He had been fidgety ever since he arrived at my house to pick me up this morning.

I am finally in a positive place in my life, I don't need any bad juju. I politely declined. There must be ways to settle this without resorting to backhand schemings. “I do, but they don’t, but believe me, you want them on your side” A perfectly plucked eyebrow arched over dark brown eyes as Eva Salvatore gave a pointed look drawing back my attention to her. As wife to the previous Capo, she knows what she is saying and I try to take her advice in matters pertaining to this.