Stefan Salvatore Season 1 Novelas e Histórias

“Because there is no way my crazy dad, who has been suffocating me for the past year, who forces me to take his silly driver/bodyguard everywhere I go, is suddenly cool with me hanging out with a stranger and spending the night with him. You are a liar.” Stefan’s expression darkens, he definitely doesn’t like to be called out on his lies. I am not being intimidated by him this time, I am in the right here. His phone suddenly starts ringing, breaking the tension between us. Stefan walks to the nightstand where his phone and laptop are. He picks up the phone and looks at the screen. His face lights up. “Oh, look at that, what a coincidence!” he says as he turns the screen towards me. I see the

Someone had routed it to Venom through a hidden account. “Who’s signature?” I asked. The name that came back made my stomach drop. Vito Salerno. We were age mates, his father had passed on the mafia seat to him just like me. The same guy who had been cozy at council meetings, the one who had talked about mergers and marriages like chess moves. The same man who had vouched for my engagement with Madison. The same man who smiled while asking for favors. “Salerno?” Marco said the name like a curse. Some names are heavy. That one weighed a ton.

I slap his shoulder, feeling almost relaxed, for the first time since Flame went missing and I like it. "Oh yes, do it harder… no, no, wait…" He mimics struggling to wrench his potential vampire mates' teeth from his neck. "Ok, that's made me feel better, maybe I'm ok with wait…" He stops talking, both our heads snapping towards the raised voices we hear coming from inside the cells and, as one, we race inside. "Don't you fucking die too. Not yet." Levi, my father's Gamma, shouts as he wrenches one of the rogues from his chains. The guy is convulsing, saliva and bile spilling from his mouth as he grins maniacally at us all.

Tracking the reports from my investigators. I look at the organizational chart of the Family spread out in front of me. Capos. Soldiers. Associates. Some faces I’ve known for as long as I’ve been alive. People I’ve broken bread with. People whose children’s tuition I pay. I pick up a red marker to circle a name. Salvatore. He runs the Bronx. He’s been complaining about the new port taxes. Could he be bought? I cross it out. Sal is too stupid to loop a camera feed.

she asked quietly. Salvatore’s smirk returned—cruel, like a cat that had finally cornered its prey. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Then we take your brother apart… piece by piece while we make you watch the horror.” Her breath hitched and her mind went blank, her hands clutched her knees to stop them from shaking. Salvatore took another drag from his cigar, the smoke drifting between them like a wall. “Don’t make that face, sweetheart. It’s not personal. Just... business.”

We snap back. I turned to climb the stairs, hips swaying like payback, and that’s when I saw him. Damian Salvatore. He looked like he just stepped out of a Forbes magazine—perfectly tailored black shirt, arrogant posture, all brooding and sexy. Ugh. I hate that he’s fine. “Where have you been?” he asked, fake casual. I didn’t even blink. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Mr. Salvatore,” I said, dragging out his name like poison.

"No. He thought she left him because Antonio threatened her. Carlo was devastated, and he tried to find her, but Antonio made sure that didn't happen." I flipped through more documents: There were surveillance photos of my mother with Carlo, FBI case files with large portions redacted, and a picture of a man I assumed was Michael Sutherland; a man whose eyes looked eerily similar to mine. "How do you know all of this?" I suddenly demanded. Salvatore hesitated at first, then he reached for his wallet. He pulled out an ID card and slid it across the table. FBI Special Agent Robert Stefano, it read. "Because I'm just like her," he said quietly. "I've been undercover with the Romanos for twenty

Getting my woman back depended on the success of I and Mayor's discussion. I stood in the dimly lit room of Mayor's base, his men surrounding me with their hands on their weapons, ready to strike at any slightest provocation. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of how every minute was passing by and Taylor was with those bastards. "Hello, Mayor. Or should I call you, Thompson Volkov." "What brings you here, Diego Salvatore?" Thompson asked. "Simple, I'm here to kill you."

Realizing that his handshake wouldn’t be accepted, the officer quickly withdrew his hand. “Are you here to eat?” I asked awkwardly, feeling my heart pound from the tension in the air and the way Salvatore looked right now. “Ah, no. I’m here for you. I learned about the accident involving your parents and checked the report. I wanted to let you know that we might have a lead on who was behind the hit-and-run.” “Really?” I asked excitedly, temporarily forgetting that I was with Salvatore. “Ahem,” Salvatore cleared his throat, and the smile instantly faded from my face.

Spade shoved his hands in his pocket as he looked at Salvatore, narrowing his eyes at the man. "I'm going to ask you only once Salvatore, and in your own best interest, I suggest you tell me the truth, if you don't, he's going to do with you whatever he wants until you talk, Where is Sullivan"? Spade said, gesturing to Stefano who had an evil lopsided grin on his face, and his eyes looked deadly "Go fuck yourself Spade" Salvatore spat out, Spade shrugged before he turned to look at Stefano, he nodded discreetly and the man already knew what he would do as he advanced towards Salvatore.