Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

I had a happy childhood because of him and today I know how to lie as well as he is because we are half of the same coin, so identical and so different. — Stefano wanted to close a deal with Ortega – I sigh letting the truths begin to spill out even knowing the sentimental consequences inside — It was his first attempt to further exploit the resources he was gaining by betraying the family and he needed to have where the flow goes. amount to get back with accruals. I stop remembering the night, Stefano's blue eyes sparkled like the eyes of a child about to get a piece of candy. The blue bodice dress he made a point of picking out and bringing home, claiming he had finally managed to make his

​My lips were locked with a man who wasn't my husband. ​My mouth was on his. His hands were in my hair. The image was crystal clear under the moonlight. ​"No," I breathed. ​Another image. A different angle. My face was turned toward the camera, unmistakable. The man's face was clear, too. ​Stefan Salvatore. Alpha Thorne's heir. “What is the meaning of this?” my uncle bellowed, rising from his seat. “Who is behind this?” My world was swimming, my skin crawling from the stares of the pack. All of them sprang from their seats for a better look. A horrified gasp rippled through the crowd.

Elena had stripped that history bare long before she ever wore the name Elena Lafayette. The Salvatore name hadn’t been born a thing of dread. It had been forged into something terrifying, chiseled with limitless brutality by generations who had never learned the meaning of compromise. Dante’s grandfather, Enzo Salvatore, was the kind of man who believed honor and legitimacy could be purchased—so long as the stack of money was tall enough and the blood in his veins cold enough. He had very nearly proved that theory. The Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

Victoria stood at the head of the table, her face twisted in a mask of pure hate. ​"You should have died in the water," Victoria hissed. She held a small black remote in her hand. "One button, Alaric. One button and the Sterling patents are deleted forever. Your father's legacy will be nothing but dust." ​"The patents don't matter, Victoria," Alaric said. He walked into the room, and the Elders shrank back in their chairs. The light from his skin was so bright it made the expensive lamps in the room look dim. "The power isn't in the papers. It’s in the blood. And the blood has been healed."

She's been drinking a lot and when she's not, her body keeps trembling. "Enough Guilia! We don't have time for your nonsense" Senior capo shushes her harshly. He looks towards Salvatore and I. "As you already know that you're now the heir to the empire..." "You must be hating this so much" Salvatore suddenly chuckles. "The second, good for nothing son has to now continue your legacy" he shakes his head in amusement. "I never thought of you..."

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

“Once we pull this off, you can have both. Your wife and your girl.” Damien didn’t look away from the camera. “Who says I want both?” Shane scoffed and looked off. There had been word that Asher, son of the famous Lord Alaric Lestat—head of one of the strongest vampire clans—had abandoned his family, his clan, for a hybrid woman. It was utterly disgraceful. And he feared the same fate might befall his Lord. So maybe Damien had a thing for this one. Fine. But liking her didn’t mean forgetting what they came here to do. And Shane would make sure he didn’t.

“My precious Kai. Salvatore put those marks there deliberately. He wants people to see them and know exactly what happened. Now, as a previous major in this art, I’ll tell you. We do not appreciate seeing our art hidden, or covered. You’re gonna have to face the world with those stamps. You had sex. So what? Big deal. If they have a problem with it, they should go get laid too. “She replies, and my jaw drops. “Mrs Lana… “I mutter, and she sighs before raising a hand. “Okay. I went a bit over the top there. But there’s nothing I can do to help you. I’m sorry, David. You have… 28 minutes to get ready. If I were you, I’d get to it. Salvatore doesn’t like tardiness. “She says, and I stare open-m

“It really wasn’t a date, and you need to stop using nicknames for him before someone in the office hears you.” Lorie waved her off. “Irene is the only one who could hear, and she won’t tell.” “Plus, he was dating Vanessa Calloway just a few months ago,” Alexa reminded Lorie. “He dates A-list actresses, not corporate executives.” Alexa had heard the stories of how Vanessa Calloway had publicly cheated on Salvatore with her current costar. As if breakups weren’t terrible enough, his had been televised and on the front of magazines and home pages of celebrity information websites for weeks.

"I believed enough time had passed, that he had either forgotten about me entirely or assumed I was already dead. I never imagined he would eventually connect me back to you, Elara, back to this family." "But he has," I said, the full implication settling over me with a weight that made my chest tighten painfully. "Vivian, are you saying everything that's happened to us, Enzo, Vincenzo, Lorenzo, Elena, all of it, has actually been about you specifically?" She was quiet for a long moment, her eyes finally meeting mine directly, carrying a guilt so profound it made my own heart ache watching her carry it. "I believe so," she finally admitted. "I think Salvatore has spent years searching for me