Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

Dante echoed, nearly stumbling with the effort. Lorenzo leaped like a rabbit drunk on joy. “I’m hit! I’m hit! But I shall rise—as an unstoppable zombie!” Their mothers laughed. Maria Salvatore in pale blue, Sophia Moretti shaking her head with bottomless affection, Elektra Russo elegant in white—until her own laughter cracked through the composure she always carried. At the grill, Victor Salvatore, Roberto Moretti, and Enzio Russo wielded tongs like surgical instruments, arguing heatedly about steak doneness as though lives depended on it.

She felt that her relationship with Harry was not for something serious. Kimberly descended the stairs very elegantly. An olive green satin dress was her choice tonight. The dress looked shiny when the light hit it. Spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline showed off Kimberly's alabaster skin. Kimberly tied up her hair, making her beautiful neck even more visible.

Fortunately, Stefani evaded the imminent danger of having the food forcefully hurled in her direction. “Ew, mommy!” she exclaimed, making a disgusted face. She rolled her eyes and then turned back to Steven, her expression softening as she acted like the kindest angel you could ever see. “So, mister, do you have a wife?” “I do,” Steven said with a smile, peeking at me before turning his attention back to Stefani. “Really?” Stefani replied, but her smile faded this time. “Where is she then?” She scanned the living room with her eyes. “I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”

He shoved the phone to his face "That's your daughter right"? He asked, seeing the way Salvatore's face morphed into panic and fear as he started shaking in his chair, he could barely even talk "What's her name again"? Spade asked turning to Stefano, who had his hands crossed over his chest "Christina" Stefano grunted out and Spade just turned to look at Salvatore again "That's right, Christina" he mused, he smirked at how frightened and suddenly shaken to the core Salvatore was "that's a live feed of her in school, I have one of my men watching her"

‘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.

She hasn’t said anything, but she watches him the way she watches everyone she loves, quietly, carefully, with that uncanny ability to see straight through people. I’m about to go inside and call him again when I hear gravel crunching. A car pulls up the long drive. Everyone turns. Mama stands, Luca on her hip. Kat shields her eyes from the sun. Wolf nudges Jace. Ciara slips her hand into mine. The car door opens. Salvatore steps out. He looks… older. Tired. But lighter somehow, like he’s been carrying something heavy and finally set it down. Then the passenger door opens. A woman steps out. Beautiful. Dark hair. Sharp eyes.