Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

Melissa Salvatore - the princess of the Salvatore business empire. She was the woman Marcus had mentioned during our fights. He'd told me she was going to marry Dominic soon. Marcus said that Dominic was just playing with me, but I hadn't believed a single word. "Careful." Her eyes flicked down to the broken pieces of the fancy vase scattered on the floor. "That was expensive. Not something you could buy with what little money you make here," she said, her voice cutting like a knife.

The blood on my gloves from the earlier exchange was a constant, sharp reminder of what was at stake. Irina is a finished chapter, a sorrow I carry, but Isabella is my living future. My twin sons are my legacy, but she is the breath in my body. Salvatore miscalculated. He thought I would choose the asset. He never understood that she is the only asset I require.

Her marriage had never stopped her from calling or texting him, but regardless of what she did, nothing would ever make him fall for her lies again. “If you want to follow them, I'll book you a flight,” Salvatore said coldly. “You can stay at their dorm when you get there.” “You can't do this to them,” she cried. “They are your children—our children.” Salvatore narrowed his eyes, a tight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was the perfect opening, and he didn't let it pass. “They're my children, right?” he asked. She nodded almost immediately.

Stefano said after a while, "But my people, Veronica, they deserve to survive. No, not survive. To thrive. I knew from the moment they came to me, that they would just lead me back to the life I was escaping from. But they're the best thing that happened to me since I came into this universe. I can't let them get hurt." Veronica studied him, and the conviction in his speech. It was strange to admit, but even though the reckless Stefano that she liked had long gone, he might be changing for the better. Maybe this realization was the reason why she said, "And I am telling you. They won't need to if I can help it. Now, run along and go mope somewhere else. I'm concentrating. *** "Liv, what a ni

“Do you think it’s that easy? I don’t even know what I should remember! Plus, try doing that and have stress and anxiety while you’re pregnant! Why don’t you get pregnant instead while I will dig my memories?!” “Okay, okay calm down! Cheez.” “Savannah, just don’t get too stressed trying hard to remember. We can investigate right after you give birth.” “I really wonder if Stefano’s soul got switched from someone else,” Skyler said while starring at Stefano. I chuckled after hearing it. “I wondered that too. He changed overnight.” “You guys are really unbelievable. I’m trying hard to be nice here? Might want to compliment me, at least?” “Wait,” I suddenly said and looked at him with a suspicio

I'm headed to the kitchen to look for my cousin and find out where the salivating aroma is coming from when I notice my cousin bombarding Daniel about his family and relationship, the poor guy is sweating all-over nervously looking around in search of her parents who might misunderstand the situation. But what he doesn't know is my aunt and her husband are already fully aware of the flirty nature of their daughter and wouldn't do anything other than save him from her clutches. His wandering eyes suddenly finds me and rests on me with a pleading look that "says help me before she kills me." "Katherine Salvador I have been looking for you all-over this house, when will you stop tormenting my D

The men behind him took away his reason weapons, twisting his hands behind his back and slapping on handcuffs. "You bastard!" "I'm just another pawn you failed to control, Salvatore," This time, he didn't call him father. It was a sign that Vincenzo had cut off ties with him. "You're right. You're just pawns. Especially you Vincenzo," Salvatore scoffed, lips curling into a smirk. "Even if you catch me and lock me up, I will still live. My legacy will live on, Vincenzo. That is something you can never change. Francesca is just the key,"

"She is the only one who gives you an edge. Her family’s backing secures the board and her presence beside you stops the bleeding. She is the shield you need. Save the legacy first, Xavier. You can deal with your heart later. Hearts heal but legacies don't." After he said that, then the line went dead. I stood in the silence of the kitchen, his words still buzzing in my ear like a hornet and the tension in my shoulders was so tight it felt like my bones might snap. “Save the legacy first” I walked into the living room snapping the thoughts off my head and my footsteps that sounded hollow on the hardwood floors. I looked at the guest suite door. Mira was there. She was the key and the only ed

“But Alex isn’t them.” “No,” Salvatore said, voice low and reverent. “He’s worse. Because he thinks he can be both king and saint.” He turned back to the map. “But I will drag him into the dark where I live. I will make him choose. Family or power. Love or survival. And when the time is right…” Salvatore slammed a dagger into the heart of the map. “…I’ll return. And he will kneel.” Meanwhile—New York The rain had returned.

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.