Stefan Salvatore Season 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He crumpled to the ground, groaning. Salvatore, still bound and at the mercy of my men, watched with a hint of amusement. "You're a hothead," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Your father was the same way." "And now," I said, crouching down to look him in the eye. "You're going to tell me everything that you had planned." For a moment, I saw doubt flicker in Salvatore's eyes. Then, he laughed, a harsh bark that sent a shiver down my spine. "You think you can threaten me?" he said. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

I stepped into the lobby. The smell hit first, bleach, sweat, old carpet, and something metallic underneath. The lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the room. And there he was. Juan. Hog‑tied. Unconscious. Face pressed into the filthy carpet. Completely helpless. Exactly the way he’d left too many others. I exhaled slowly. “Package acquired,” I said into my phone, sending the message to Salvatore. Then I looked down at the man who’d tried to destroy my family. “Let’s bring him home.” **Salvatore

My broken ankle burned with every step and I struggled to breathe as I recognised the steel gaze and hard features of the man in front of me. Silvio Salvatore. My destruction. And he was frenetic.

I’ll remind her who she belongs to slowly, until the lesson is carved so deep she won’t dare forget it. [ IRIS’S POV ] I was watching how Maggie and Raina flanked Sofia, one on each side of her. The surprise in their eyes is obvious when they look at me, realizing who I am. Iris Russo. I couldn’t blame them. My eyes flickered towards the clock, towards the door. “I think it’s time for you girls…“ I was still speaking when Salvatore stormed towards the room. Anger rolled off him in heavy waves. His jaw clenched and unclenched, the muscle jumping like it’s barely holding together. His eyes were blazing with fury. His whole sweatshirt was soaked in blood, the red staining the fabric and making

He stepped out, unfolding from the car like a predator climbing out of a cage, and his men pulled back without a word. He walked toward me, hands loose at his sides, but every step carried weight. Up close, he was bigger than I’d clocked before. His shoulders filled out a black shirt that hugged his biceps and arms tight. “I’m Salvatore,” he said, his voice low, smooth, like he was offering me something I didn’t ask for. I crossed my arms. “Didn’t ask for your fucking name.”

Salvatore, throughout the ride, had his phone permanently pressed to his ear up until now. “Where are you?” He searches around until he spots a tall, tan-skinned man dressed in a dark brown suit. “There you are..” he releases a breath of relief, meeting him halfway. Behind him is a beautiful, chocolate-skinned lady dressed in a powerful-looking pantsuit. “Nora, everyone, this is Levi Vale and his wife, Aurelia Vale. They’ll be handling this case.” Salvatore explains, and after a series of handshakes, we finally get to the real question I'd like an answer to.

"Raine Alina Salvatore. Our little blessing." "She's absolutely perfect." I was so happy, I was sure I could explode. Everything was going perfectly, and then it all fell apart. There was a loud commotion going on outside and suddenly two men walked into the room. "Mr Lorenzo Salvatore, you are under arrest for the murder of Anthonio Mancini, and you have the right to remain silent..."

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.

Salvatore’s scream echoed. I twisted the knife slowly. “I’m not interested in your excuses.” The Warning Blood pooled on the table. Salvatore gasped, face pale. I leaned in, my voice calm. Steady. “You thought I was weak.” I twisted the blade again. “You thought I was just an easy target. Something you could eliminate, and Dante would fall back in line.” I pulled the knife free, watching as blood poured from his ruined hand. “That was your first mistake.” He shuddered. “Please—”

I reached and wiped it off his cheeks. He offered a tight halfway smile before walking towards the door and disappearing inside. Adrian met my eyes and nodded at me. I went inside the ER after Giovanni. Salvatore was lying on the bed, his eyes shut and his skin changing colour. Giovanni stood beside his bed and used his hand to brush his hair backwards. I stopped on my track and silently watched him. “We haven't gone over the plan like you said. You didn't tell us anything. What was your plan?” He asked.