Stefan Salvatore Ripper Novels & Stories

“I know you did not mean it. I know accidents happen when the streets burn hot. But do you know who he was?” Rico swallowed, throat dry. “I… I don’t want to talk about it.” Salvatore stepped closer, his gaze piercing. “He was not just a man. He was blood to many. Friends. Family. He was tied to chains longer than you could imagine.” Rico’s hands clenched into fists. Every instinct screamed that Salvatore’s kindness had finally turned — that this was the moment, the revelation, the trap closing.

“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.

“You want me to pick? Since we'd be taking his child as ransom” “This is no ransome Gringo. It's a game. I want revenge. I want to break him inside out. He has to feel what I felt. He'll bleed inside out and I wouldn't even budge, until he's crawling with his tail between his legs ,********* Salvatore I stepped out immediately and my phone vibrated in an unusual manner. A method known for the undertakers. If it came with that sort of consistency, something was up. “He's got the boy,” he said. I stood rooted in the spot for a while. The unexpected had happened and Stefano would flip.

him; as if a mental power, beyond his control, suddenly possessed him. Would that ruthless murderer dare immolate Valeria and Olegario and then continue with the horrifying rite of mutilating and eating them? Everything would go according to plan, but this would not happen tonight; because this time, he was only content to devour them with his eyes. Other victims were still on the list and for now, it was better that Olegario and Valeria were alive to witness their exploits. There would be plenty of time to kill them both and serve them as an exquisite delicacy at his table, before being gobbled up. The more he watched that erotic encounter of the lovers, the greater the urge to tear them t

‘I am – I am – I am not lying. The brothers watched, bewildered by the inspector’s sudden change of demeanour. Jyoti’s face had turned white with fear. She started sobbing. Immediately, as if someone had opened the tap to a reservoir. The inspector settled back in his chair, his eyes glowing red with anger. ‘Do not play the farce of the wrongly accused. I have done my research before coming here. The flat belonged to Mr R Satish, the famous Telugu singer. He has a summer house here in Palampur and you were a live-in

I promised her that I will always keep her safe. When I was 10, Fabiano and I would go to shooting ranges to practice. He always made sure that no one in the building knew about my training. I studied hard in school and I learned every language I could possibly learn. Marina and I would stay late at night to practice speaking in different languages. We prepared ourselves for the worst. I was 14 when Salvatore became a Made Man. His training paid off and he was soon known for his outstanding skills when using a knife. People commonly refer to him as “The Slasher”. Shitty name, I know. He killed his first man by slitting his throat. I pretended to feel sick but deep inside, I liked it. Marina

Aryan looked at him and blushed. "Do you have old pics? " asked Aryan. Salvatore was silent. "You big softie you, you kept my pictures huh," said Aryan. Salvatore just scoffed. "I also have pictures of you when you showed up in my hit list consecutively for four times which again is a record because once a person shows up in my list either they sort themselves out or they end up dead," said Salvatore. "Wow, will surprises never cease. Mr El Manzoni is even cracking jokes today. Even your son is enjoying the joke," said Aryan.

He wished this wasn't her reality but there was nothing he could do about it yet. Several officers approached Vito, smiling, and hoping he was in a good mood. “Mr. Salvatore—” “There’s a crash,” one officer began, unable to meet Vito’s unusual violet eyes. “We identified the victim from the crash. It’s your brother. Raphael Salvatore.” Vito’s expression didn’t change. “I know.” Was all he said. The officer hesitated before nodding respectfully. Thomas and Alessandro were already outside waiting. The moment Alessandro saw Aurora in Vito’s arms, relief crossed his face before grief replaced it almost instantly.

He reached out to pick the document and I let him. “I spent the past three years digging up our past. I made some mind blowing findings.” He paused and his heartbeat quickened. But this was Salvatore. Though he was spooked, his face remained emotionless. “Back when we were kids, you were already Massimo's boy. According to my findings, he raped you and let his friends play with you each time he returned from his trips.”

“Not much. Rhys, my ex, said he’s dangerous, working with someone who’s after us. I don’t know what to believe anymore, I'm perplexed here.” Henry leaned back, his voice low. “Salvatore’s a monster. He killed my brother, Tom, twenty years ago. A deal went wrong, and Tom paid the price, shot in cold blood. I’ve been planning my revenge ever since, waiting for the right moment. Eventually, I’ll get him.” I froze, my heart racing. “Your brother?” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Henry. That’s awful.”