Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

Spade shoved his hands in his pocket as he looked at Salvatore, narrowing his eyes at the man. "I'm going to ask you only once Salvatore, and in your own best interest, I suggest you tell me the truth, if you don't, he's going to do with you whatever he wants until you talk, Where is Sullivan"? Spade said, gesturing to Stefano who had an evil lopsided grin on his face, and his eyes looked deadly "Go fuck yourself Spade" Salvatore spat out, Spade shrugged before he turned to look at Stefano, he nodded discreetly and the man already knew what he would do as he advanced towards Salvatore.

Their eyes were cast down but I caught Rocco's eye. He was sporting a nasty black eye and a large blood stain covered his shirt. And as pathetic as Maya was, I still felt sorry for the bruises that covered her delicate arms. "What do you think? I thought that since I have a captive audience I might as well put on a show. So I gathered a few of your favorite people," Salvatore said as he paced slowly in front of us. Every step of his was cold and calculated. He knew this would break us. I glanced at Cara, for only a second, so that he wouldn't notice. She was crying. My best friend was crying, and I felt a pang of guilt. She probably hadn't even told Gabriel about her pregnancy. Fuck. I would

“Like hell he will. You’re the only heir to our family, You’re going to risk your life for hers? She stays and we are going to go home like the witch said, end of story.” Of course he was going to say that. Any chance he got to put me down, Salvador’s uncle didn’t miss it. In fact he took it to heart. Through her spell, Freya pulled everyone closer to the fiery pit of hers. And we were too close for my liking. “I’m your Alpha Danny, take your Luna away from here now!” Salvador roared making Danny flinch. He grabbed my hand, having no other option but to obey. I struggled against him. I wasn’t going to let him die because of me.

"She reminds you of her, doesn't she?" "She makes you fear that it could happen to you too, isn't it?" Nathan's breath momentarily stopped as soon as he heard those words coming out of Estefany's repulsive mouth, his hands starting to shake at his sides as he fought with all his might not to think about any of those specific memories. "Estefany..." He growled under his breath into a silent warning, unfortunately only managing to stir her some more as she let out a cynical laugh. "Who would've thought? Our Alpha, our mighty, powerful soon-to-be king brought to his knees by a puny little-"

‘Don’t tell me basic stuff like he is handsome, rich and all those nonsense idealized versions of him the public seems to have, I want the unusual, things that you feel are illegal to know about him. Aria pinched the bridge of her nose and swallowed hard. ‘One time,’ she began, staring into Luciana’s unwavering eyes. ‘There was news of Salvatore being engaged to a model, Chantelle Albergo was her name, and he seemed to love her very much at that time.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

It looked like he had sensed something, so he stood up, and looked around. "Is anything wrong?" Melissa asked, out of curiosity. "No. Things were just set, right. Now is my cue to set it wrong, for Mr. Right." He said, then snapped Layla's back neck, and she zapped out. Then everything went blank for Stefan, but he could still hear their voices. "Who are you? What mistake have I done to save you?" She said as she moved backwards, slowly in fear. "The biggest mistake you can ever make."

Her past clawed at her ribs. The video ended. Serena stared at the black screen. Stefano reached out and took the phone back. He didn’t speak for a moment. Then, almost gently, he said, “It was supposed to be a secret. But I trust you.” She turned to face him, her face pale and lips slightly parted. “I’m not just fighting ghosts,” he continued. “I’m ending legacies.” Serena’s throat tightened. “What does that mean?” Stefano’s eyes locked onto hers, fierce and unwavering. “I’m eliminating every man, woman, and institution that had a hand in my family’s slaughter. Corrupt politicians, traitorous agents, foreign operatives. One by one, they are falling.”

Flame explained before Stephano ordered, “Have them all washed inside acid but leave the leader for me. I'll be back for him personally. I'll teach him a lesson not to mess with my blood.” Stephano walked back into his home and getting into his bedroom, he saw the same blonde woman who was with Francisco earlier at the fundraising event. Her long legs all crossed as she sat on the edge of his bed with a loose but sexy dress on that barely hid her breasts and ass. The slutty dress on her was an instant turn off for Stephano and he gritted. He had never loathed such girls in his life until recently.

At three in the morning, she gave up, made coffee, and researched Dante Salvatore until her eyes burned. The internet painted a picture of perfection. I am thirty-four years old. Self-made billionaire who'd built Salvatore Industries from nothing into a tech empire worth twelve billion dollars. Philanthropist. Bachelor. Devastatingly handsome in that sharp-edged way that probably made women forget their own names. But it was the older articles that caught her attention. The ones from ten years ago, buried beneath the glossy success stories. The ones about his sister. Isabella Salvatore, 19, Found Dead in Apparent Gang Violence.