Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Scene Novels & Stories

"And I am your Luna. Forever." He kissed me. A pure kiss full of promises. Under the full moon, on the land that once bled because of us, we finally found peace. My stepbrother, My alpha mate. THE END!

She immediately tried to place Elea's feet down on the ground but the kid accidentally touched her mother's face and stained the corner of her mouth and chin with ice cream as Elea's hands were slightly covered in ice cream. Esme also stood up from the chair. “You have been called by Mr. Salvino right now,” and that information brought havoc to Esme. Why was he calling her now? It was his wedding. Why could not he just focus on it and on his bride? He just wanted to make her life tough and she knew about this really very well. “You can leave Elea here with me. I will take care of her till you will converse with him,” Maeve said because both the women knew it might not be a good idea to let E

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.

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

“My phone went missing a few days after your arrival. You're truly your father's child.” Luci’s green eyes met his, filled with a mixture of fear, defiance and calculation. She didn’t speak. She glanced at Eva, silently signaling calm before fixing her gaze back on Salvatore. Her mind raced, trying to anticipate every move. “I-I d-don’t know what you're talking about, sir.” she stuttered, not meeting his eyes and Salvatore raised a brow at her respectful tone.

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.

My shoulders were locked in an agonizing position, and every time I tried to shift against the cold, damp wall, a new wave of pain shot through my spine. “I left him,” I said, my voice cracking. I tried to pull together some shred of dignity, to make my voice sound steady, but it betrayed me. “I left Stefano. I’m gone. I’m no longer in his life, and I’m never going back. You can have him. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? So why are you doing this?” Lucia didn’t answer immediately. She just stood there, her head tilted, studying me like I was a specimen under a microscope. She seemed to be weighing how much of her true self she wanted to reveal.

Olivia exhaled slowly, her expression a blend of shock and regret, the weight of the revelation pressing heavily upon her. And Salvatore… stood at the threshold, watching the girl he cherished walk away, distancing herself from everything—him, the dinner they had shared, and the brutal truth none of them were prepared to confront. The past had just collided violently with the present. Nothing would ever be the same again.

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

Sofia was now only a few feet away from my parents, her eyes glittering with a hidden, triumphant malice behind her tears as she prepared to step into my life. "Salvatore, do something," I begged, my voice a frantic, desperate whisper. I turned into his chest, holding him tight, my fingers clawing at the fine fabric of his suit jacket. My heart was beating like a trapped bird. "Please, you can't let her do this." Salvatore didn't flinch. He didn't even look down at me, his gaze remaining fixed on the stage with a cool, dangerous amusement. He slowly brought his hand up, his large fingers gently tracing the line of my spine to soothe my trembling.