Stefan Salvatore Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

My heart started pounding as I scrolled through them. News headlines, with pictures and Tweets. “Senator Rivera’s daughter sold to Sicilian mafia boss Azrael Valenti.” “Who is Celeste Rivera? The senator’s scandalous secret.” #MafiaPrincess #RiveraDeal #AzraelValenti There were photos too. Me in the gardens. Me standing on the balcony. Me getting into Azrael’s car. All over the internet. “Oh my god.” My throat went dry. Enzo took a step back. “Celeste, I didn’t—”

Gerald froze mid-step. Salvatore’s grin widened, shark-like. “She’s quite the beauty, isn’t she? Fiery. Loyal. The kind of woman worth bleeding for.” He tapped his cigar against the tray. “It’d be… unfortunate if harm ever found its way to her. California's can be a dangerous place, Gerald. You never know whose crosshairs might line up.” Gerald’s hands clenched at his sides, veins taut against his skin. Rage clawed at his chest, but his face remained a mask of calm. He turned slowly, meeting Salvatore’s gaze head-on.

' One journalist says. 'Yes, if you remember..our sources have spotted Mr Salvatore in the company of a blonde head mysterious woman. Now the mystery has been uncovered and we now have learned that she's none other then Elena Mathews. Julie Salvatore's God daughter. Also model and socialite.' Another journalist says. ' They are rather cute aren't they?' The first journalist says.. ' Yes they are.' The TV is switched off and my head snaps to Joey, who throws the remote on the couch.

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.

I could hear her ragged breathing on the other end of the line. “I already know the truth, Lucia,” Elena said, her voice dripping with a bitterness that actually stung. “Stefano married me for revenge. He used me. You’ve already ruined my life. What else could there possibly be?” I glanced at Raffaele. He was grinning now, his teeth flashing in the dark like a wolf’s.

“The honor is all mine, your highness,” “First ‘my lady’ and now ‘your highness?” Salvatore teased. “Next we know you’ll be saying ‘my God’,” The group of people laughed before glasses of wine were passed to them, the four of them standing on the balcony talking and laughing, sharing old fond memories as Salvatore informed her of how they maintained contact and how Elena and Gabrielle ended up marrying one another. He even laughed as he told her how on their wedding, Gabrielle had bet 100 euros on Salvatore and Stephan getting married due to their ‘frankness’.

Elena scanned the faces, unsure of what to expect. Then she saw him. A young, dark-haired man, around thirty years old. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, with a red rose in his hand. Elena approached slowly. Sit down, he said. I don't bite. Elena obeyed. My name is Luca. He smiled sadly. Luca Moretti. Salvatore's son. Brother to all of you. Elena felt her heart stop. Another one? The last one. I swear. Luca looked at her. Salvatore had me with a woman from Rome. I hid because I… I was different.

“So this is what you’re doing now?” Salvatore moved away from the table quickly. “It’s not what you think,” “Oh really?” Elena snapped. “You’re telling me this isn’t what it looks like?” Salvatore looked at Percy. Then back at Elena. “She came onto me!” he shouted. “I didn’t do anything!” Elena laughed bitterly. “You didn’t do anything? You didn’t push her away until I walked in!” “I was trying!” he said. “She was dancing like a snake! I couldn’t look away,”

__ Rearranging every dang file that Jack needed and making sure everything was done, I took my handbag ready to go before Steve Gilbert stopped me on the way. Now if y'all remember that short villain guy from Ratatouille, Stephen Gilbert was an exact replica of him only difference was instead of being obsessed with a blue rat he was obsessed with me. Not that I didn't like his Shakespeare poetic words but me and him were never going to work. He was short to start with, had that disgusting moustache that I hated in men and worse he loved to brag, a quality I hated in men. "Are you going somewhere? If you are not we could always go out"