Stefan Salvatore Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

I clicked on the latest from only a few weeks ago. The camera was trained on a massive cage. A broad man stood inside of it, but he was in his thirties and didn’t have any hair. He was too old to be Salvatore Greco. A hush went through the crowd and another man stepped into the cage, taller than the first, and I froze. For several moments, my breath stuck in my throat. If a mere video already summoned that kind of horror, what would real life Salvatore do?

He stepped out of the car, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead and those big, innocent-looking brown eyes that made people trust him on sight. He looked like the kind of guy who helped old ladies cross the street, not someone who could end a life without blinking. He lit his own cigarette and walked over casually, hands in his pockets. “Eliana Salvatore. You wanted to talk?” I flicked ash from my cigarette and nodded. “Yeah. I need you to handle something for me. Something important.” Scorpion leaned against the car beside me, studying my face. He didn’t rush me. “I’m listening.”

Chapter 6 Elsie For a moment, nothing happens. The priest stares at the man in front of him like he doesn’t understand the language that was just spoken. Salvatore—because I remember now, faintly, that someone said his name that night—doesn’t move. He stands beside me with the same quiet patience he walked down the aisle with, as if he has all the time in the world. The church is completely silent, and then, somewhere in the back, someone begins to sob softly.

"You don't have to worry about the money. Focus on your mother.” I let out a shaky breath and nodded. This was the help I prayed for. I shouldn't reject it. As we walked, someone suddenly gasped as he saw us - I meant Killian. It was a wealthy old man alongside a guy who was a younger version of him. "Mr. Cape..." He bowed slightly but snapped his mouth shut as he locked eyes with Killian. Immediately, he hung his head low and shifted uncomfortably. "Mario," Killian called in a deep voice. His head held high.

“Elena? I whispered without meaning to. She was turned slightly away from me, her posture tense, hands clasped tightly in front of her. The man standing opposite her had his head lowered as if speaking quietly, urgently. I took another step. And then I saw his face. It took a moment—just a moment—for recognition to strike. When it did, my stomach dropped. Salvo. The name surfaced like something rotten rising from deep water. I had seen him before. Not often—but enough. Enough to remember the sharp edge of his gaze, the way he always seemed to be where he didn't belong. A man who listened more than he spoke. A man I never trusted. The last person I ever wanted to see Elena with. They were too

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

Getting my woman back depended on the success of I and Mayor's discussion. I stood in the dimly lit room of Mayor's base, his men surrounding me with their hands on their weapons, ready to strike at any slightest provocation. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of how every minute was passing by and Taylor was with those bastards. "Hello, Mayor. Or should I call you, Thompson Volkov." "What brings you here, Diego Salvatore?" Thompson asked. "Simple, I'm here to kill you."

Salvatore stood to greet us. “Nathan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he expressed and held out his hand to shake mine. “Salvatore, great to see you again,” I said, shaking his hand. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” Salvatore smiled, looking over at Amelie. “Hi, Mr. Aventini,” Amelie spoke. “My name is Amelie. I’m Dr. Michaels's student assistant.” “Ciao, Bella,” Salvatore said as he took Amelie’s hand and kissed it. I wasn’t happy with Salvatore’s lips on her, but I wasn’t going to piss off the head of one of the most powerful mafias in New York City.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as pleasure mixed with the soreness. “Fucking hell! Oh my God, I’m seeing stars!” she screamed, her back arching on the counter. “It’s too much! My pussy is so sore but I can’t stop shaking!” “That’s my good girl,” Damon growled between licks, his tongue flicking fast over her clit. “Shake for Daddy. Let me feel how sensitive you are after I ruined you last night. This cunt belongs to me even when it’s sore.” Elena’s legs shook violently. Fresh juices leaked from her as he ate her out with raw hunger. “Please, Daddy… I’m going to cum so fast! Your mouth is making me crazy!”

For a fleeting second, he imagined pulling her back, kissing her, and telling her everything could be different. But then again, he shook his head violently, deciding against it. The last thing he'd ever do is to dine with his enemies, and Elena was obviously one of them. “No more,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s a destroyer.” Elena suddenly disappeared into the other room. At the same time, Soren’s phone began to vibrate. He brought it and took a quick glance at it. It was a message from the man he'd sent to accompany Elena earlier. Without hesitation, Soren swiped it open and went through it immediately.