Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

His words dispelled any of my anxiety about having his face there, and I whimpered as I grew even wetter. He placed hot kisses up and down the inside of my thighs until I was begging for more. “That’s my girl. So greedy”He coos and he didn’t hesitate to pull my underwear down, leaving me bare. I breathed in sharply, my heart pounding at being so exposed. A thread of panic worked through my chest and I forced myself to keep my breathing even. But then he reached up, smoothing his hand down my body, and my tension released. This was Salvatore. I had no idea what our relationship was to him, but he was kind and seemed like he really cared about me. He was safe.

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”

"Liam Salvatore, I’ll not leave you!" “How dare you use my girlfriend for your sake and then kill her?" "I’ll expose you, Liam Salvatore; I’m coming." To Be Continued

“The fire you play with will burn more than you.” Across the hall, Dante stormed through the corridors, fury radiating off him. Wolves stepped aside like he carried fire. Leo caught up, grinning sharply. “Looks like your boyfriend doesn’t trust you after all.” Dante slammed him against the wall, forearm pressed to his throat. “Say that again.” Leo only laughed, eyes glinting. “Hit a nerve?” Dante’s fist twitched, but he released him, stalking away. His wolf snarled inside him, restless, wounded. Not by Leo. Not by his father.

Just as I switched off the phone and hid it, the door opened, and the devil himself walked in. Ricardo Salvatore had the aura of the nickname that had been given to him. The devil. With long black hair tied in a man bun and eyes that burned a fiery hole through me, he was sinfully handsome. His dark brown eyes swept over me in a lazy and bored manner, which caused me to shiver involuntarily. His scarred right brow arched as his eyes landed on my hair, reminding me that the only reason Dad allowed me on the mission was because they discovered that Ricardo has a liking for women with natural auburn hair, which I did.

Girls who came back broken or never at all "They say he's a monster," Margaret continues, her eyes wild with terror. "A devil with the face of an angel. Dante Salvatore. He's mafia, Celeste. He kills people. And Mother Superior is sending me to him like I'm some kind of—" Her voice breaks into a sob. I pull her into my arms, feeling her whole body shake against mine. This is wrong. All of it is wrong. Sacred Mercy is supposed to be a sanctuary, not a marketplace.

My hands started to shake and when I flipped the next picture, I was met with horror. There a picture of Xavier as he was, as an adult with his full name but it wasn’t Xavier that was written there. SALVADOR MICHEAL, SON OF ALPHA MICHEAL OF THE SILVERMOON PACK There was no way. Right? Salvador died years ago. I saw him fall. There was no way Xavier was him. if not why did he have to lie about his name? I stood there, the papers falling from my hand. I was confused, horrified that not only could he have lied to me, he deliberately made me suffer. But that would make sense right?

I sighed at his question, Seth's jealousy and aggression was just one of the many problems in my simple life. "It was nothing" I shrugged it off, averting my eyes to my hands in an attempt to avoid his prying eyes. I felt like he could read me, like he could read what I was thinking. It sure felt like he was trying too, God knows that if Stefan could read my mind, he would give me a solution to any problem I had, he always did in the past. "Well princess looks like practice is over" Stefan announced raising from his seat to his feet and I was thankful that he didn't pry or push on the subject anymore. "You coming?" He asked holding a hand out to me. a soft smile tugging at my lips at his gen

he smirks, he even opens up his arms a bit for me to come, I realize I have been staring at him. I look away, "I'm not hungry" I say hurriedly, and bolt out of the kitchen. ___________ Looks like Salvatore is trying to impress her with his muscles 😂😂 Vote and Comment my loves... ♥️♥️

“…You don’t know what paprika looks like?” “I mean… it’s the red stuff, right? Somewhere over there?” He didn’t even bother replying. Just muttered something about needing a doctor or an exorcist and rolled up his sleeves like a brooding kitchen god. Now listen—I’d seen book boyfriends do swoon-worthy things. Fight dragons. Write poems. Cry in the rain. But Damian Salvatore? Chopping onions like a five-star chef for the sake of family honor? I was stunned. “What next?” I asked, trying to be helpful.