Stefan Salvatore Smiling Novels & Stories

He slowly turned his gaze towards me, a half smile on his face. “Hey, there. I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself before. Dante Caruso. Salvatore’s only friend." I gave him a quick nod and dashed into one of the stalls. He had the same jet black hair as his friend, tall too. But instead of the predatory gaze that was etched into Salvatore’s face, Dante—he had a certain boyish charm to him. I was surprised to see him still in front of the mirror, like he’d been waiting for me. Our gaze connected through the mirror and he gave me a huge grin.

A smile threatened to appear in his mouth. Coward. Salvatore didn't blink. Didn't look away. "No." "Then why are you staring?" "I'm trying to focus on my breakfast." "You're doing it right now." Matteo nearly choked trying to suppress his laughter. The sound made me bite my lip to keep from smiling. Salvatore shot him with a look so sharp it could've cut glass. Matteo instantly focused his entire attention on his plate. I looked down at my own plate to hide my smile. Which was a mistake.

A crooked smile playing on his lips. Why the hell is he even smiling at me? Does he think I enjoyed what he did to me. The next time I serve his food, I'll make sure I add poison to it and smile at him while he crumbles to the floor and choke on the poison, then I will be the one smiling. I hissed silently and averted my gaze back to the doctor. "Oh I didn't see you there boss" The doctor faced Stefano. "Has my doll gotten her treatment?" He asked and the doctor nodded in affirmation.

Stefano's Perspective: "Stefano?" I carefully placed my glass of whisky on the illuminated crystal counter and released a sigh, pivoting around to confront the individual intending to test my patience tonight. "I thought it was you," he chuckled, moving to stand beside me. "And you are...?" "I'm a bit offended you've forgotten," he retorted playfully. "Julius Smith", he introduced, extending a hand for me to shake. "Stefano Castro", I replied, giving his hand a firm shake.

“You’re… You’re really gonna eat the whole thing? “The man suddenly says and I can hear jealously in his voice. I bet he wanted the cake too. But… Why did he suddenly… “I mean… Isn’t that… too much… for one sitting? “He adds, and I finally look up at him. His annoyingly bright eyes eyeing the cake, and I pull it closer to myself. “No. “I reply, and he looks over at Salvatore. I do the same and find Salvatore smiling widely at me. Why the hell is he smiling? What’s funny? He has his lover, and I have my cake. I won’t share him, and share my cake too.

he smirks, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Salvatore lets out a low guttural growl; he almost sounds like an animal as I turn to look at him. He seriously wasn’t acting like that towards his brother. Leonardo smirks like he wanted to get that reaction from his brother. “Excuse us,” Salvatore says, his grip tight on my waist, leading me away from Leonardo, but I can’t help feeling his eyes burning a hole at the back of my skull. I can’t help but steal a glance at Salvatore, who has his jaw tight and shoulders tense.

With that, she turned towards the door as they were pulled open for her, the sound of laughter was the first thing she heard upon entering. Surprised, she looked up to see Salvatore in a three-piece pinstriped grey suit and black button-up laughing with Stephan who had his hair tied into a ponytail, wearing cargo pants with a denim button-up. They looked so contrasting, yet they both were laughing together. "Oh, you should have seen his face!" Stephan threw his head back. "I would have paid good money to see that happen," Salvatore nodded, composing himself, a smile still sported on his lips.

And just as the last plate was set, the back door slammed open. All of us froze because it was Salvatore and Elio, and they were covered in blood, not just splatters, but streaks and stains on their faces and suits. But the most shocking thing was that Salvatore was laughing. Isabella stepped forward, her face draining of color, “Sal, oh my God, are you okay? What happened?” Salvatore strode right toward her, eyes burning with adrenaline. He looked wild, dangerous, and completely alive, “Okay?” he practically shouted and the next moment, he grabbed her face roughly and kissed her hard, “I’m fucking ecstatic! We took the South Loop back!”

Instead of letting the tears fall, I forced my lips into a trembling smile even as bile burned the back of my throat. “Thank you,” I whispered, barely audible. “It’s… thoughtful.” Don Salvatore chuckled, clearly satisfied. He reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Just like last night. I sat perfectly still, playing the perfect wife when my eyes met Stefano's again. At that moment, a thought suddenly dawned on me. He was the one who took those photos.

Not the ‘smirk’ of mockery but a ‘smirk’ as if he just won a fucking bet. “I know a way for you to pay me without needing more time,” Salvatore enunciated. The “way” he was trying to convey makes my stomach turn. Oh no. Look at the trouble you get yourself into Lana. Salvatore took another stick of tobacco from the inside pocket of his coat then he lit it up right in front causing me to divert my face away. I scrunched my nose when a couple of smokes went directly to my nose. Cigarette smoke. Damn. I had never liked a tobacco let alone a single smoke.