Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Scene Novels & Stories

​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.

Her back was hunched, with her head almost touching the surface. "Then what's got you like this?" Seeing Kimberly calm down, Nicholas placed the empty glass back on the table. He turned on his seat to fully face Kimberly. "He brought that woman and the daughter to the house, Nick," Kimberly complained. Nicholas didn't immediately understand Kimberly's words, but after piecing together everything she told him, he finally realised she was talking about her family. He was her father, the woman was her stepmother, and the daughter was her stepsister. "He said I should forget the past." Kimberly let out a bitter laugh at the end of her sentence. "How can I forget how my mother died?"

"Mr. Salvatore, we'll be landing in Rome in twenty minutes." Dante looked at Luca, who still had his eyes closed. "We're almost there." Luca opened his eyes and turned to face him. His expression was blank, but his voice was filled with quiet venom. "Tell me something, Dante. Did you ever actually look for me, or is that just another lie you're telling yourself?"

"This is the most ridiculous, romantic, soap opera thing that's ever happened to anyone I know." "It's not romantic. It's a huge disaster. He hates me, Soph. Do you understand? He literally threatened me in front of the entire board." "But he didn't know it was you at the hotel?" "No. Neither of us knew." I picked at my napkin. "We were just... two strangers. It was supposed to stay that way." The waiter returned with wine and our usual orders; chicken parmesan for me, seafood linguine for Sophia. We waited until he left before continuing.

"But I do appreciate the reminder." Evelynn's smile faltered. Then Lucian stepped forward. He opened his box with deliberate slowness, the performance of a man who understood that anticipation was its own kind of pressure. Inside, on dark velvet, lay a delicate silver chain strung with two interlocked rings — both etched with binding runes that every wolf in the room recognized immediately. Second mate bonds. The Lycan declaration of a bond accepted beyond the first.

"We saw you come in with the Alpha's car? We know that the Alpha and Luna have no child yet, so we would love to know who you are." I tucked my hair back a bit and stared at the three girls. No one except Jaxon had spoken to me since I got here, and now that I showed up in André's car, I am suddenly getting attention. "I'm Olivia, and yes, I am not the Alpha's daughter. I am his stepdaughter. My mother is the Luna.” The girls immediately began to squeal with delight, and I looked at them awkwardly.

“She is an Elven slave and as of right now, she is under Salvatore protection. Unless you have a problem with that Arcano.” “Not at all my Darling Tesoro.” “Very well since everyone is now on the same page let's have dinner.” I quickly walked away from the group of people and made my way into the dining room. I sat down on a chair and pulled my phone from my pocket. I answered some emails regarding Brax. Many interested buyers wanted to know how much he was on sale but I wouldn't sell my product before it was ready. “Tesoro, I figured you would be in the Music room. Playing the grand piano.” My father commented as he sat at the head of the table.

Isabella stood beside me, exhaustion and resolve mixing in equal measure across her features after the long drive back from the Marchetti estate, and I found myself grateful, in a quiet and constant way, that she had chosen to stand exactly there, beside me, rather than anywhere else in the world tonight. Salvatore climbed the platform steps without hesitation this time, no tremor in his hands, no pause for courage he had already summoned once before. "Eighteen months ago you buried my brother," he said to the gathered household, "and you trusted his son to lead you honestly into whatever came next. I owe you honesty in return, even this late, even this painfully."

I reach out my other hand and pinch both nipples, watching in the mirror as her face screws up a moment before she begins moaning and her body jerks with her release. Isaac pounds into her a few more moments before finding his second release. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, ladies. Go, Elena. Your absence will be noticed,” he says. I quickly wipe my face, then duck out of the bathroom while the two of them get dressed. By the time I get outside, Stephanie is already on the stage. “About fucking time,” my stepfather growls, tearing his gaze from the stage. When he looks at me, his eyes narrow.

"Dad, happy birthday. To a long and prosperous life." Marco raised his glass of whiskey toward Salvatore with a smooth smile. "By the way, this is my new assistant, Sophie. She’s incredibly sharp, so I brought her along tonight to celebrate your birthday." Sophie stood up somewhat timidly, raising her glass. "Wishing you good health, Mr. Moretti." Salvatore’s expression remained utterly stone-faced. "You absolute fool. Are you trying to infuriate me to death? Who gave you permission to bring an outsider into our family home? You show zero care for your own fiancée, yet you pour all your attention into a mere assistant."