Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

“Oh please, you spent your childhood either daydreaming or chasing the boys.” Layla rolls her eyes, laughing. “I did not chase boys.” “Yes, you did and then when you met Dylan everything changed.” She says half laughing. “And now my beautiful sons finally have their mate too. I’ve been waiting a long time for you Rosalie.” I’m not sure what to say so I take a sip of my drink instead and give her a small smile. “They seem somewhat controlling of you, if you don’t mind me saying.” Savannah says carefully.

"And i have told you numerous times that i can't do such thing, Salvatore killed mom and dad just to take those resources, He was working under them but greed and selfishness made him killed them,I was so little then although he killed them in front of me, you weren't there. After killing them, he ran away and when you came back you saw me with the knife and blood from Mom and Dad, you believed i killed them. You hated me even after explaining in details that i didn't do such thing, you paid deaf ears to what i told you and stormed out of the Mansion and didn't come back for years still threatening me when you see by chance. I don't know how Salvatore lied to you that i was the one showing y

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

I told her. She smiled. “Let’s start at the beginning. My name is Alyssandra Salvatore.” I could feel the shock rolling off my mate, and I felt exactly the same. “Salvatore?” She turned around before spreading out her arms. At the action, the smoke cleared away, and I was taken back to what I realized was the scene from Simoa’s vision of the past – the Forgotten Lands before they were cursed. “Is this where I think it is?” Clayton asked.

“You are mine.” Her throat went dry. “You are Valerio blood,” Salvatore went on, stepping toward her. “That means you do not belong to the streets, or the whispers, or the boy you thought you could hide yourself with at a club. You belong to this family, to its legacy. To me.” “I am not a pawn,” Lucy said, her voice breaking but firm. He stopped inches from her. His presence filled the room, heavy, immovable, like stone. He reached out, and for one dizzying moment she thought he might strike her but instead, he cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“If he doesn’t want me, then anyone who does want me… won’t have me either.” There’s a pause. Then Stephanie exhales slowly. “Damn… that’s… kind of sad,” she says. “I’m not sad,” I snap quickly. She raises her hands slightly in surrender. “Okay, okay.” But then….her eyes light up again. “Still…” she leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to share a secret, “he said he’s from a Mafia family.” I stiffen slightly. “And?” I say carefully. “And he’s the heir,” she adds, her voice practically glowing with excitement. “Marcella, do you understand what that means?”

But the kind that follows a final decision. “You would abandon your legacy for her?” Salvatore asks. “Yes.” “Everything?” “Yes.” His lip curls. “She will destroy you.” “No,” I say quietly. “She saved me.” Salvatore’s eyes flash again. “You’re weak.” I shrug slightly. “Maybe.” “But at least I’m not you.” For the first time since I entered the room, real fury burns through his gaze. “You ungrateful little–” The door behind me slides open. Lance steps inside before the outburst can finish.

"It is not a domestic dispute-" "-It's a matter of pride and ego, right? That's what you're saying, huh, boss?" Stephan interjected, returning the cold glare Salvatore threw his way. "It is exactly about you and your inflated ego, not wanting to see that you gave Nicole no choice. She loves you, Salvatore, and she was so goddamn desperate for you to be better because she is witnessing you like this for the first time: stressed, depressed, and just downright a dick. And I don't blame her,"

I've left nothing unsaid. "Leave before I change my mind about harming you." I walk away, approaching the wide and arched entrance. "We are more alike than you think, Zeke. Just because you are a Legacy does not mean you are not a rogue. Everything you've achieved here shows just how much of a rogue you are," she says with a tinge of anxiety in her tone. I keep walking. Alexis raises her voice, taking another step forward. "The rebel and the rogue—Can't you see? It's a match made in heaven!"

“I know who you are, the hole you crawled out from and your stupid recycled speech won’t win me over. Salvatore might be blinded by your fake persona and the lies you’ve fed him but don’t you worry. Soon he’ll know who you truly are and send you back to the gutters.” Does she know I was on my own in my sad little life at that church when he offered the deal? How poorly she thinks of Salvatore to pick a random stranger without doing his due diligence. Just as guilty as I am Salvatore is in this too. The initiator, mastermind and all I did was follow his instructions but thankful we found love. I don’t regret meeting him and the blessing in my womb is the fruit of that decision. She better be