Stefan Salvatore Smiling 소설 & 이야기

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.”

Then he shared stories about how no one wanted to serve the senator’s daughter when she came to eat here. Their order was ready a little later, so I brought it to them quickly. I didn’t look at Salvatore because I was still annoyed. Plus, I didn’t want to catch the attention of the old spoiled woman as Benedict calls her. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering how we laughed at her earlier. “What’s funny?” Salvatore’s deep voice asked. “Excuse me, Sir?” I asked, confused. “Why are you smiling?” he asked again. Wait, did he see that? Was he watching me?

I strode to the breakfast counter and smiled seeing my favorite pancakes; made by Nathan! “Nathan, thank you so much!” I shout seeing him flashing thumbs up at me. My face heats up seeing his carefree attitude. He is really handsome. “Sir, Miss Taylor is calling persistently. She wants more than just a night–” Chang realizes and shuts up when Nathan glares at him. However, it was too late. I had heard it and my mood dampens realizing they are talking about Nathan’s recent girlfriend. Nathan glances at me before sighing loudly and gestures at Chang, “Make it clear to her then.”

"You sold us out to that snake Salvatore!" "You will pay for what you've done," I told Vincenzo, my voice cold and deadly. He just smirked, a chilling sight. "You're in no position to make threats, boy," he said. "You're outmatched, outgunned, and out of time." The doors to the restaurant burst open, and in strode Salvatore, his smile as cold as ice. "Vincenzo," he said, his voice like a snake's hiss. "I see you've brought me a gift."

She grinned and hummed him when she sat down beside her, instantly catching sight of the photo frames on the vanity. “What is this?” He picked one up, looking back at the picture of Salvatore and Nicole standing on a bridge in Venice with their hair whipping in the air and strange masks covering their faces, the laughter visible in their eyes. Glancing at the second one, he found it to be of Salvatore standing with his side to the camera, arms wrapped around Nicole’s waist and smiling down at her, adoration sparkling in his vibrant blue eyes. “Whoa,” “What?” “This looks nothing like Salvatore,” Marco scoffed and turned the frame towards her. “Who is this guy?”

Luciano Salvatore. He stood there, utterly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he blocked my escape. “Running off without saying hello to your ex-boyfriend? And your savior?” His smile was sharp, almost cruel, his fangs catching the faint light glinting with crimson and I shut my eyes while shaking my head as I tried not to determine the fate of the vampire he had stormed off with. But it was obvious, Salvatore had killed him. My breath hitched. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. He wasn’t going to kill me—that much I was sure of. But his presence alone sent a chill down my spine.

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “

"An impasta." A tiny, choked sound escaped my throat. I tried to suppress it, biting my lip, but the pure, unadulterated awkwardness radiating off this terrifying mafia man was too much. A laugh burst out of me, loud, sudden, and hysterical. "Did you... did you just look those up?" I gasped, the tight knot of panic in my chest completely dissolving into ripples of amusement. Salvatore slid a glance at me, a subtle, highly satisfied smirk finally breaking through his rigid expression. He reached over, wrapping his large hand tightly around my clenching fingers, anchoring me.

"we're cool and I'm also sorry." I smell blood. The faint smell of blood. On Salvatore's clothes. "It's okay." he replies, patting my back. I try to pull away but he grips me firmly in place. "Salv," my hands push his chest but he just holds my shoulder, nails digging in. "let go you're hurting me." "I alwavs knew vou'd die in mv arms." " he says, laughing bitterly and my eyes widen. What? I push him away forcefully, he staggers, back hitting the wall while I sprint to where the knives

The room went silent as I closed my eyes to relish in the taste and when I opened them again, I jerked backward, almost falling out of the stool. “What the hell?!” I half yelled and steadied myself from landing with my butt on the goddamn floor. Salvatore Axton’s face was a few inches away from mine. In the exact stool where Kim had been sitting only a second ago. His dark hair was damp curls like he was straight out of the shower and his workout shirt clung to his chest like a second skin. His face sported a grin as he eyed my smoothie bowl. “Looks delicious.” He commented. My cheeks reddened cause his eyes weren't on the bowl anymore but on my lips.