Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

Salvatore roared, and then the line went dead as he presumably smashed his own phone against the floor. "He’s finally figured out that he’s not a billionaire anymore and he’s not even a boss with a security detail, because the second those accounts hit zero his own captains are going to realize there isn't a salary coming in next week and they will start looking for a new employer," Alessia said, her voice quiet and steady as she looked out at the rainy streets of Rome from the back bench of the van.

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.

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

I need every calorie for the twins. "Why are you helping me?" I ask him. It’s a question I should have asked in the hold. Salvatore pulls up his sleeve. On his forearm: a tattoo of a rose entwined with a dagger. The Rossi family crest. "Your father pulled me out of a Torrino execution pit in ’98. I owe him a life. You’re the last payment." He leaves the gun magazine on the nightstand. "Learn to reload without looking. You’ll need both hands free soon enough."

If anything, my years as dispatcher had taught me resilience. Where did a man with no digital footprint conduct his real business? I hesitated and breached regional security clearance files. My breath caught. Got him. His pictures flooded my screen. Devastating photos, each one carrying an unsettling energy. The kind that could make good women ignore their instincts. The file expanded and my blood turned cold. Dominic Morvanti was one of the largest weapons manufacturers in the region. The man who made me feel seen. The man who called me Little Bird. The man who looked at me like I was precious.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His eyes met mine, and getting up from my seat, I walked to the bar

It was hot cake then anyways and if anyone hadn’t watched it then they weren’t in vogue Soon enough teen wolf came out and Dylan got super obsessed, he always thought of himself as stiles. The one with no powers but with brain, in fact his life was moving in that directions now just like stiles Stile’s father was a sheriff and his father is a sheriff too, Stiles wasn’t popular and Dylan wasn’t popular either. Stiles got pulled into the existence of supernatural creatures just like what had happened to him earlier, the only difference was that he didn’t have a best friend but then now he has a football team mate that is werewolf so that counts too.

he said to Sean. Right at that moment, a news report aired on the TV. BREAKING NEWS!! BREAKING NEWS!! Sean Salvtore has been linked to a number of international crimes over the years, including the crash of a passenger plane containing 365 passengers, of which his late brother was one of them. Media reports have revealed that Sean Salvtore was responsible for the sabotage of the Salvtore Companies' fake outbreaks and the sinking of ships across the sea. This is a company that was founded by his father and is being fined by his son, David Salvatore. What the public doesn’t understand is why he would so strongly defend his family company.