Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

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.”

Walking away from her after saving her from the creep at the bar… Because I knew that no good could come out of me intruding in her life. I was Lorenzo Salvatore. The thirty-two year old Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. And tonight… I let my guard down. I allowed a woman who I never met before, to possess me, rock my world in ways that I never imagined before. She was so different from other women. So different to what I’d had before. I was just about to leave the club with my friend Ricky, but when I walked past the staircase, I’d heard screaming. And it was no mistaking that they were Amber’s screams.

Salvatore has two sons Lorenzo who is here and Marcial De Luca who is younger and stationed in Brazil. The firstborn son of Salvatore. He must be around thirty based on the subtle beard on his jawline. He must have forgotten to shave this morning. He is the heir of the De Luca empire. He shut the door behind him himself. The click echoed too loudly in the room. "So," he said, in a rough accented, and unapologetically rude voice. His eyes menacingly looked down on me. "You're the girl." He scanned me from the tip of my head down to my toes which made my stomach churn. I felt like the room was suddenly on fire.

Going back to the kitchen, he poured a cup of tea before settling on the couch, watching Stephan drag his feet behind him as he flopped onto the upholstery, wrapping himself in the blanket and taking the mug Salvatore held out to him. "What?" The American asked him once he had half the mug of tea. "She is so fucking infuriating!" Salvatore burst. "She has the fucking audacity to drug me after I told her I didn't want the pills. And then I send her to get away, and now when she's suffering through PTSD, I'm the one who's wrong to suggest a fucking therapist, but drugging me behind my back is just the epitome of perfect! And when I'm telling her I will go to that stupid psychiatrist if she get

“I want to die,” “That is the honest and simple truth. I’m done, I’m tired, and so fucking terrified all the time that I failed to protect you guys that I can’t…I just can’t stand to look at myself. I let Serafina get hit by that car, she was in a coma for twenty fucking months. Mom and dad were attacked due to my inefficiency. Nicole was kidnapped and nearly died because I wasn’t smart enough to anticipate it,” Salvatore's voice tightened with every word, the Mafia Boss sitting with his eyes closed and jaw clenched.

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

“ What a damn shit! He uttered as he followed his leaving father with a bad look. He was sorry to his father because he was diagnosed with a prostate cancer. But what was floating in his heart was hatred. Ring..ring..ring… his cellphone chirped. He looked to his cellphone screen and the caller is Doctor Mark. Mark is his friend, he is the son of his father business partner. “hello Mark” he answered “hello Vonn I would like to inform you that the woman you brought here last night was awake now” the doctor. “ okay I will be there later on, thank you Mark.” He replied and ended the call. Ahhh!! He almost forgot the woman he helped last night. When he remembered the woman, he formed a plan in hi

Just started down on the floor. "Mateo, Dante here has a reputation. Everyone knows he is a sadist and I'm sure he would love to torture you to hell. Is that what you want for yourself, Mateo? If you think death will come soon then you are dreaming. " I almost chuckled at the end. I can see his eyes watering, he is afraid right where I want him. "The choice is yours," I warned him one final time. "I gave it to Ste- Stephano Salvatore," he said with a crumbling voice.

There was a striking resemblance between him and Luciano and one need not be told that they were brothers, although their demeanor, personality and aura was different. Damon was slowly sipping wine, when he suddenly got up from the stool where he sat, he swirled his glass before slowly releasing the cup to fall and shatter to the floor. “Oops,” he sighed, raising his brows, oblivious to what he just did. His action didn't go unnoticed by the bar attendant, who knew he did it deliberately, but decided to ignore him. “Is this how you work? How incompetent? Find someone or clean up this mess already!” He barked, glaring at the bar attendant.