Stefan Salvatore Quote Novels & Stories

I would be too if I were him. “I wanted to show you the respect of getting your permission,” I say, “but after last night… I’m not open to negotiation.” For a long time, he doesn’t say a word. I drag on my cigarette and flick the bud over the balcony, watching it fall down to the street below. At long last, Salvatore speaks. “If I say nothing, people will talk. They will think I did this thing to you. If I take your side, I have to answer to my blood.”

he commanded, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. Stephan froze, clearly not daring to defy him. I hesitated for a moment but decided to hold back as well. Don Salvatore looked between us, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Then, with an almost exaggerated sigh, he turned to me. “Miss,” he began, his tone oily, “I apologize on behalf of my men for what happened. Truly, I do. But if Stephan here says he had no other choice, then he didn’t. Sometimes… sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”

"I run it, and I shall decide what's what!" "Fuck your fucking establishment you-son-of-a-bitch!" Stefano spat then turned to the other patrons, and said in a daring, but cool voice. "Any man who wishes to die right now can step forward and take my coat off her."

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

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.

said Aryan. Salvatore knew he was the cause of the insecurities that was heard in his once very confident Aryan. He will just have to do something to bring that back when he is the one who broke it. Oh, he wouldn't care about him any less even if that doesn't happen. But he knows Aryan deserves to be totally happy. Salvatore needed help and he knew who to ask. "If it calms you down, you can open my shirt and see my new tattoo. And no, I did not fuck the tattoo artist. She is too old for that and I had no desire to," said Salvatore.

Probably Alessandro would have gotten to me, and fulfilled his dark desires of killing me. No I wouldn't let him go, no I can't. "What if you get hurt, or worse you don't make it, Salvatore?" I asked out of the fears that developed in me. "You don't have to think of such, because nothing will ever happen to me." He replied. "I...I'm scared Salvatore, please don't go, don't leave me, I'll die knowing that anything bad happens to you." O replied in a desperate abd agonized tune.

she asked, like she already knew. I nodded, sitting down on the couch, exhausted. “And did she say anything?” “She didn’t have to,” I sighed. “I know it was her.” She poured the wine and sat beside me. For a few minutes, neither of us spoke. Then finally, I said what had been stuck in my throat for far too long. “I shouldn’t love her, Alê.” She looked at me sideways. “But you do.” “I’m a Salvatore. I was raised to negotiate in blood, to destroy before being destroyed. I am the Don, for fuck’s sake. I am the chaos.”

“You are the most stubborn person I have ever met but I am not giving up on you.” I stared at him then asked, “Why do you keep following me around?” He replied so easily, like he didn’t even have to think about it, “Because I know you need someone. Even if you don’t know it yet. And I am the best person you need,” I scoffed. “I don’t.” He grinned at me. “Sure you don’t but you will.” I hated how calm he always was. Like he had me all figured out. But that was the thing about Salvatore.

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”