Novelas y relatos de Stefan Salvatore Season 1

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.”

I should have been stronger. I let out a breath. There is nothing I can do now but hold my head high and act as if it was no big deal. I go down the stairs and find everyone at the breakfast table. The first one to see me is Salvatore, who looks at me intently. This morning he is wearing dark pants, a white t-shirt, and a blazer of the same color as his pants over it, giving him a more casual look. "Good morning," I say as a greeting, drawing the attention of the others.

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.

The men wait for there boss to walk up first. Manuel walks up the stairs, “Sal, stay around, Addy will need a ride home and see if Jessica will go home with Addy,” he says to his henchmen. Addy sighs, “I don’t need someone to come home with me,” she looks up at the mafia boss hoping not to make him mad. Manuel’s turns to her, “What I say goes, Hugh will know soon that we have Jimmy. He will be after you, and if you see a big tall stocky fellow with a dragon tattoo on his arm don’t get near him, that’s Jimmy’s older brother Wade.”

The sound of the alarm ringing behind them as they struggled through the snow, finding their cars at the other end of the forest, all of them gone before Jayson's men could even comprehend what had happened. 2 days later, Salvatore found himself seated on the floor of his study, having showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, sitting before the burning hearth with files laid out before him and Hades's head at his feet. He was so engrossed in the work before him that he never heard the door open, much less did he realize Stephen stepping inside with a plate of creamy tomato parmesan chicken. Settling down across from his best friend, the American put the plate

​My lips were locked with a man who wasn't my husband. ​My mouth was on his. His hands were in my hair. The image was crystal clear under the moonlight. ​"No," I breathed. ​Another image. A different angle. My face was turned toward the camera, unmistakable. The man's face was clear, too. ​Stefan Salvatore. Alpha Thorne's heir. “What is the meaning of this?” my uncle bellowed, rising from his seat. “Who is behind this?” My world was swimming, my skin crawling from the stares of the pack. All of them sprang from their seats for a better look. A horrified gasp rippled through the crowd.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

He stepped forward until he was just two steps away. “You think love is enough to survive what’s coming?” “No. But it’s what brought me here. And now, it’s what keeps me standing.” I stood between them, feeling the sparks in the air. It was like watching two opposing forces on the verge of colliding. “I’ve heard of you,” Dimitri said, his voice low. “Matteo Salvatore. One of the most feared names in the Italian mafia in New York. The man who solves with blood, who leads with an iron fist. They say you hesitate before no one.”

he avoids my eyes and stands up, ready to leave, I don't follow him. Because I am Stefano Valentino. Until now I was asking him questions like a brother but seems like it's time he is reminded that who he is talking to. I am Stefan I Valentine. Not only his brother but his boss as well. The head of the Italian family. And the don of the Italian mafia. "Your boss asked a question. If the boss asks you questions, you should answer them before he uses his ways to get that answer out of you." my voice stilled Luciano at his place.