Novel & Cerita Stefan Salvatore Smiling

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

Vittorio’s POV At The Top Floor Of A Luxurious Hotel “Just smile and shake hands,” Salvatore whispered at my side. “That’s all you gotta do. Show face. Say a few pretty words. These bastards eat it up.” I didn’t answer. “Try not to look like you’d rather shoot someone.” Salvatore whispered behind his fake-ass grin as another senator’s daughter floated over in sequins and desperation. “I’d rather shoot myself,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey I wasn’t enjoying.

he said. “Let them be,” I said. “Let them watch,” he replied. I turned away from them and faced Salvatore. He leaned close. “How are you feeling?” I smiled. “Happy.” “Good,” he said. “You deserve it.” He stood up and raised a glass. The crowd quieted.

Grace sat before Salvatore, her gaze narrowed as if trying to read him. On the other hand, Salvatore sipped his wine, a smile on his face as he watched her. “You know, I'm still wondering how I couldn't tell the first I saw you that you could be the double S terrorizing Italy!" Grace yelled out, her hand going to tug at her hair. Salvatore laughed, warmth radiating off him. Damn, he was very handsome. If Grace didn't have Dante, she would have asked Salvatore out.

said Salvatore. "Good," sighed Aryan with a smile. "I like hearing you talk," said Aryan. Salvatore just glared at him and Aryan smirked as he kissed on the man's jaw.

Like a cornered animal, Svetlana seized his hand with both of hers and sank her teeth into his index finger with a burst of desperate rage. “Shit!” Dante snarled, yanking back, clutching his hand as the taste of blood flooded his mouth. Svetlana looked up then—and the world stopped. “You…” she whispered, her wide blue eyes filled with disbelief. “You’re…” Dante could barely think—stunned by the pain, the shock—but a crooked smile crept onto his lips, tinged with a strange fascination. “Gianluca…” Svetlana finally breathed the name, jumping to her feet. “You’re Gianluca!”

He didn’t try to mask the disdain on his face. Salvatore didn’t flinch. He merely smiled, charming to the last second, and released me with a gentleman’s grace. “Of course, Signor Moretti,” he said, inclining his head. “Though I fear you’ve interrupted a very good story.” “I’m sure she’ll remember it,” Vicenzo said coolly, already placing his hand at the small of my back. His touch sent a rush up my spine, but I stiffened.

He immediately started pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Boss," Salvatore said, his voice strained as he tried not to laugh. "You have a—" "A what?" "There's a—" Salvatore raised his camera. "Salvatore, if you take that photo—" Too late. The shutter clicked. Salvatore didn't look sorry; instead, he burst into a genuine laugh—something Dante hadn't heard from him in years. "What," Dante asked, "is on my head?"

~Vixen~ “I'm fine,” Salvatore said, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “If you keep staring at my lips I'll think you're trying to take advantage of me.” I hit his shoulder, giving him a glare. “I'll kick you out of this office as well if you don't behave.” “Well stop hovering around me. I've told you I'm fine.” I sighed, stepping backwards to give him space. “You still got hurt because of me.” Before he could refute the statement I suggested, “Let me take you to dinner. Choose any restaurant of your choice.”

"Mr. Salvatore, we'll be landing in Rome in twenty minutes." Dante looked at Luca, who still had his eyes closed. "We're almost there." Luca opened his eyes and turned to face him. His expression was blank, but his voice was filled with quiet venom. "Tell me something, Dante. Did you ever actually look for me, or is that just another lie you're telling yourself?"