Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Smiling

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.”

ANASTASIA Stefano's eyes clouded with rage and I took two steps back in fear, I expected him to slap me, mafia men are always prone to violence. Instead, he only swiped his lips with his thumb, sucking on the blood with a smirk on his face. " We should take pictures" Stefano said I shook my head " I don't want to " " Be a good girl, Bellisma, we should let everyone believe we're madly in love, shouldn't we?"

I don't believe in love at first sight but a night stand that gets you fuck immediately is my thing. “Hey bro, you've been sulking all evening. Are you alright?” Salvatore said as he walked to the dining. He takes a seat besides me and then pours himself a glass of wine. He takes a sip and drops it on the table. While I was still thinking of a better way to tell him what I did wrong, he opened his plate and rolled some pasta in his golden fork, carefully putting it in his mouth and chewing. He looked up from his plate and raised a brow in a are you going to tell me what's happening? kind of way.

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.

“Also… I’m starving.” His laugh rumbled again. “Alright. Let me shower and then I’ll make you something. I’ve got a steak in the fridge with your name on it.” As he started to pull away, I grabbed his wrist. “You smell too damn good right now, Sal. Filthy good.” He raised a brow. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” My fingers slid down his torso. “I want to taste you. All of you. Right now.” Salvatore’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with amused surprise. “Damn, baby, no warmup?”

They are in front of the big planet, which is in a yellow and red combination, and the lighting reflection is straight into their faces. Their smiling faces look bright. Aaron lowers Samantha and makes her turn to him. She placed her two hands on his chest, and there was a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. "See, I caught you! Nothing is impossible for this Aaron Salvatore." He smirked. "Don't praise yourself!" She kicks her hand on his chest a little hard, and soon her expressions turn into another form. He catches her expression and bites his lips to control his laugh. "Mommy!" She grabbed her hand while rubbing her fist.

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

Chapter 79 Gus’ POV I was still trying to get my jaw to close properly when Dante’s expression shifted. He smiled. Not the cold almost-curve he sometimes wore. A real one. It changed his whole face. Softer around the eyes but still dangerous in a completely different way. “It’s nothing,” he said. “I trust Salvatore. You can get up and leave now.”

Her teeth. Anna staggers backward, eyes wide with shock and pain, her hand flying to her lips. I bite my lip, trying—really trying—not to laugh. Zoe flexes her knuckles, tilting her head with a smug grin. "Oh, I have been waiting to do that for a long-ass time." She smirks at Anna.

“My tongue ran ahead of my respect. It will not happen again.” Salvatore leaned back against the table, his glass of whiskey catching the firelight. He studied her kneeling form, the cut on her face, the tremor in her voice. For a moment, he said nothing, savoring the sight. Then, finally, he let a thin, cold smile curve his lips. “See that it doesn’t,” he murmured.