Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

-I know and I understand your fears- everyone stared at him openly- after all, Amy is only twenty four years old, but think of all she has already suffered and suffers for her friend who is a Kaxal of only twenty four years old too, but also for everyone around her, including her boyfriend who is a vampire. -But don't you think it's dangerous for us?Have you forgotten what happened when we trusted wolves, I say, because her friend is dating an Alpha? - Estefania questioned with all her pomp, but the look Matteo had given her froze her soul. -How do you think I can forget, Estefania, for it was in that damned war that I lost my great love? Everyone felt the weight of pain and longing in her w

This only made him get angry and beat her harder. “I don’t care if you die! I would not take anyone disrespecting me! You don’t do that to me!He kept blabbering like he was a god, insisting on being respected. He did not care if she died. Someone walks into the end and meets her being beaten by Quincy. It’s Andrew, Quincy’s beta who can only do nothing but watch Elena be beaten up. No one can stop Quincy from doing what he wants. It’s her parent’s fault for bringing her to such a man.

But Lucas's betrayal had made me realize that my attempt at a 'normal' life was a failure. He didn't love me for me. He loved the idea of me. The me he had created in his mind. The obedient, submissive girlfriend who would do anything for him. But I was not that person. I was Bianca Salvatore. The daughter of Julio and Felicia Salvatore. The heiress to the Salvatore fortune. And I was about to remind the world of who I was. *** I stood in the middle of the living room with the luggages as I looked at the house I thought would be my home. A home I thought I could have my happy ending, but all that vanished the moment he chose another woman over me.

He had called her daughter a bastard. “If she’s a stain,” she said slowly, “then what about your six sons?” All heads snapped up. “Each one of them is a reminder of what you did to your wife. You raped her, Salvatore, over and over and we all know it. You want to talk about shame? About disgrace? Don’t you dare call my daughter a bastard when your legacy is built on something far filthier.” For a second, no one moved, no one even breathed. Then her eyes widened slightly, as if the weight of her own words hit her.

“Rina came back for a wedding, and I saw the way Rafaele looked at her, he knew. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was getting closer to the truth. I tried to seduce him. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. Then he found out the truth. He kicked me out, told everyone the truth. My parents took us far away to hide the shame.” Stefan leaned back against the wall, his face unreadable. “I couldn’t stand it. I thought maybe I could still have him. So I pretended to make peace with Rina and drugged her. I asked some rogue wolves to help me take her away. I was going to kill her. But Rafaele followed me and saved her. In the struggle, she stabbed me. I was bleeding badly, and I thought I was dying. So

My jaw was locked, my chest tight, and my eyes… fuck…they could’ve cut through steel. Cassandra’s voice was still ringing in my head. The way she looked at me... like I’d failed her. I didn’t even see the SUV until the door cracked open and Salvatore stepped out. His eyes landed on me and for a split second, I saw it—the flicker of surprise. And he said nothing. I came to a stop in front of him, exhaled through my nose, and forced the words out through clenched teeth. “Start digging into Stacy.” I muttered, voice cold. “I don’t care how young she is. I want to know who she is, where she came from, who the fuck she’s connected to. Every damn detail. Friends. School. Family. I want it all.”

It was only when he'd turned that I'd seen the difference: where Nico's eyes held warmth even in his current state, Salvatore's were calculatingly cold. Now, staring at that wedding gift desk, a thought began to form—desperate, impossible, morally bankrupt, but undeniably there. Salvatore and Nico shared the same father, the same bloodline. In the right light, from the right angle... No. I shook my head violently, trying to banish the impossible, immoral thought, yet unable to stop the progression of desperate logic. If I could become pregnant with Salvatore's child and convince Nico it was his... if I could give my dying husband the hope of a legacy, of his bloodline continuing...

My legs didn't want to move, but I forced them to take one step, then another. The crowd parted as I walked down the center aisle, and I felt their stares like hands pushing against me, testing me, weighing me. I climbed the steps to the platform, and Xavier placed his hand on my shoulder. His touch was warm and steady, grounding me when I felt like I might float away. "Everyone," Xavier's voice rang out, strong and clear. "This is Esme. Our sister. The true daughter of Elara." A murmur rippled through the crowd. I saw Selene's smile tighten, her hands clench at her sides.

"You’re dragging this out, and for what? She needs to love you before the blood moon. Then she needs to die. That was always the plan. Have you forgotten?" Salvatore's hands curled into fists at his sides. "I haven’t forgotten. But I’m doing it my way." His mother let out a short, harsh laugh. "Your way? Your way is slow and pathetic. She should already be in love with you by now. Instead, you’re taking her on trips to the lake, holding her hand like some weak fool." She took a step closer, her presence heavy, suffocating. "Tell me, Salvatore, are you actually growing attached to that girl?"

He stood now, slowly walking down from his throne. “You should know one thing. I didn’t plan for this.” He pointed to the child in Sirella’s arms. “This child.” Sirella pulled the baby closer to her chest. “Don’t touch him.” Salvatore laughed. “Relax, Sirella. I won’t hurt him. He’s my blood. My legacy.” “He’s not your legacy!” I shouted. “He is now,” Salvatore said simply. “You see, he’s special. Born from two strong wolves. His future will be great. And I will make sure he becomes the heir I need.”