Stefan Salvatore Smiling Novels & Stories

Christian has his back to me, but I see the spread of a smile from the back of his head with the way his cheeks curve upward. “Basta! Who raised you, foolish boys?” Salvatore’s voice is a few octaves higher than it was at the store, which makes me wonder if his outburst is real or a performance. I mean, as a performer myself, I feel he’s a kindred spirit. However, there’s no way to know, so I refocus my attention on what’s going on, praying that Salvatore keeps speaking loud enough for me to hear even from over here. The four men hang their heads low, with their hands behind them, not daring to look up. My stomach twists and a certain sense of foreboding engulfs me.

I found that incredibly rude. "You...you know my name!" Her tone was filled with excitement. "Of course I do." I replied which made her smile. "You can call me Ana!" She said happily to which I nodded, "will do." "I am Austin Salvatore. But, you already know who I am, don't you?" Austin asked with a smirk. What's it with these Salvatores and smirking? No, seriously, was it a disease that ran in the family or something? "Yes, I do." I replied with a nod, "I've heard a lot of things about you, you know? The mafia's very own glutton. Are you familiar with the term?"

Salvatore spoke and I pouted. I was just beginning to have fun with him and now we were already on the run once more. "Why?" I questioned him. I closely watched as Salvatore was only dressed in a joggers with no shirt on revealing his mouthwatering muscles along with his tattoos. I bit my bottom lip just fantasizing what I would do to him. Salvatore smiled for the first time since meeting him, "Once we're out of this mess I will give you everything your body ask and more Isabella." I blushed pulling the sheet above my chest.

he begged. Stefano's smile grew. "Poor you. I'd rather chop off your body parts every three hours. A slower, more miserable death." The man's face contorted in horror. "No!" Stefano replied with a dark smile. "Yes." He turned his back on him and signaled one of his loyal men, Savage. He was a bizarre looking man with scars and tattoos all over his face. A gay man who enjoyed inflicting gnarly wounds for the fun of it.

Salvatore walked up to him and patted his back. "Thanks, Ivan. That’s what I like about you—you always know how to welcome me," Salvatore said, still smiling. He had taught me at a young age never to wear a smile, yet he could smile whenever he wanted. But don’t be fooled by Salvatore’s friendly demeanor—he’s a dangerous man, far more dangerous than I am. "You still haven’t told me why you’re back. You said you’d spend the rest of your life in Spain while I handled the DeLuca underworld," I said.

I didn't block his number but I wasn't talking to him either because he needed to sort himself and his mess out. " He doesn't but he's lucky to have someone who understands him ." " What are you smiling at . " I smiled Salvatore and he smiled back and gave me a hug . " Hey Salvatore . I'm glad you're alive . " " She knows ? " " I do . Your brother and me don't keep things from each other . " Daniel smiled again and blew me a kiss . I winked at him and let go of Salvatore. He looked at me and smiled too .

I mentioned smiling bitterly. He went out the door and called the security men, he insulted them in a thousand different ways and then, between the two of them they took Adrian's body out of here, I felt nothing for him, I always believed that rapists deserve this, death, so they would never hurt another woman again. “You'll be fine, don't worry, I'll stay taking care of you, I won't leave your side”. Salvatore mentioned smiling sideways, he had a beautiful smile and I think it was the first time I saw him smile.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

"Tell him the​ Wolf is back. And tell h​im the sheep is dead." Ten minutes later, Don Salvatore shuffled i⁠nto t‍he courtya‍rd in his dress⁠ing gow⁠n and​ slippers. He looked at Lo‌renz‍o. He looked at the blood‍ on the ground‍. He‍ smiled. A terri‍fyi​ng⁠,⁠ toothle​ss smile. "You look like a butcher, boy," S‍alva⁠tore‍ ca‌ckled.

Carrie's POV I walked into the dining hall with my usual calm expression. But the moment I saw Victor sitting at the head of the table with a sore just above his cheekbone, I had to suppress a smirk. He was shoveling the pasta into his mouth with such aggression that it was almost funny. I sat opposite him, gracefully crossing my legs and pouring myself some water. “What happened to your face?” I asked, pretending to be concerned as I sipped. He glanced up, then down again. Thinking of an excuse “Nothing. I tripped.”