Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Scene Novels & Stories

"Sierra, since you can't get out anyway, why not go along with our live stream? The viewers all say they want to see the pitiful and frail look of the Ice Queen in the freezer. "The number one donor just sent ten more rockets and said if you dance, he'll send ten more!" I shook with rage, though I couldn't actually tell if it was because of the cold or my fury. They never intended to let me out from the very beginning. The "wrong password" was just an excuse to buy time and continue this cruel live stream! "Martin, aren't you afraid I might actually destroy this thing?" I raised the flare gun again, but this time, my hand shook so badly that I could barely hold it.

“Layla is one sneaky bitch. I must commend your friend for that,” Stephanie said with a nod. Aurora stared at her with a raised brow. “Does that mean you can’t bring her back?” Sadie chimed in, and Stephanie chuckled. “There are many things I’m not great at, but trust me, darling, finding someone isn’t one of them. That’s my area of expertise,” Stephanie clarified. She snapped her fingers, and Layla appeared in the room, seemingly out of nowhere, mid-motion. She was raising a spoonful of spaghetti to her mouth, a plate in her other hand.

“The club misses you.” I blinked. “Club?” “Lucia owns a strip club in Palermo,” Azrael said casually. “Lucia, this is Celeste.” Lucia’s eyes swept over me once, slow and judgmental. Then she smiled—a polite, fake smile. “Your fiancée, yes?” I almost choked. “Excuse me?” Azrael looked mildly entertained. “Something like that.” Lucia’s brows rose. “Ah. Lucky girl.” She leaned in again and kissed his other cheek. “Don’t stay away so long next time.”

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

"But if you hurt my wife, I swear, Stefano. I will kill you!" "Kill me?" he laughed. "I will kill you first before you get the chance to kill me." "Where's Lara?!" Miguel asked again. "Relax, Miguel. She's here." Stefano set up her cellphone on a tripod. "Look at your wife. No, watch me do what I want with your wife…" he laughed demonically. "You didn’t get to see what happened to Lena then. Allow me now to re-enact it for you!" Miguel unleashed a string of curses when Stefano approached her.

“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.

Yet she's at it again; haunting my peace. "Follow me, Legacy. You look like you'll draw blood any minute now." She holds my hard stare with a neutral one and stands, leading the way. I see what her eyes say. They've been expecting me. My knowledge of the Diamond sisters makes me certain they want to bargain. I abandon my drink and walk after her. When we get behind the scenes and to an office above the stage, I respond. "If it's yours, Bessie Diamond, a minute's too long. Where is my bloodline?"

It’s the most fragile a vampire can be, a moment reserved only for the partner they will spend eternity with. Caius finally appeared, fashionably late. But before I could even see his face, a violent wave of energy ripped from him, tearing through the entire church. A tremor ripped through my exposed core. My vision blurred. “Damn it! Evangeline’s sire-bond… it’s shattered!” Caius hadn’t even taken a step toward the altar. He stood frozen at the door, staring in horror at the communing stone in his hand. “Larissa, I have to go. She needs me! She’ll fall apart if I don’t go!”

Salvatore was still in a depth of confusion as his gaze hovered around her. He moved closer to her. "Salvatore please I beg you, I love you so much, I never did any of that? I'm innocent, she was trying to kill me so I won't be with you." She said in deep breaths panting as though she had just engaged in a marathon. "Chloe." Salvatore called with a low tune, as a smile painted her lips. It was as though there was an extraordinary connection between the both of them that made her smile when he called even when she was unconscious.

She continued choking my neck and I kept screaming inside this weird room. Die! Die! Die! Die! She repeated that words on me like I was listening to a pirated dvd. She stopped when someone creaked the door to open. Damon Salvatore came in with a fierce look in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows on Steph. " What are you doing here? You lured Thamer here!" His voice echoed in the four pillars of the room. He quickly grabbed Steph's neck and grip it tightly. Her eyes widened when Damon raised her up in the atmosphere with his hands wrapped around her neck.