Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

"Edmund, I know I was wrong! I really do! Please, just forgive me this once! I was just... I just wanted you to feel sorry for me. I love you so much, that's why I did those stupid things..." She tried to get close to me, to play the victim like she always did, but I shoved her away. "You know you were wrong?" My voice was like a wind from hell. "Laura, do you have any idea that you almost got her killed?" "I didn't! I just—" "Shut up!" I shot to my feet, the murderous look in my eyes making her tremble. "I know everything. Your fake fall down the stairs. Every single time you framed Alessia!"

"You kidnapped me on my wedding day. You killed Luca and Killian in front of me like it meant absolutely nothing. You dragged Matteo into this hell. And now you act like I'm yours? Like some twisted part of me should feel grateful?" The air seemed to tensed between us. it looks like the ocean crashed louder below, as if the entire island was holding its breath. Salvatore's hand shot out, gripping the railing beside me, caging me against the stone without actually touching my skin. His face was inches from mine. I could see the faint scar along his jaw from years ago. I could see the exhaustion etched under his eyes that he never let anyone else witness or know about. "You think I wanted this

“Damn shame she didn’t, that bitch. At least it’s a girl. She won’t have any claim to this pack.” I don’t remind her that Sloane is an Alpha of her own pack. I know her paperwork went through and her position as Alpha has been accepted. I know because I checked when Elena told me that Stephanie was pregnant with a girl. It makes me nervous, although I feel pretty confident that the will we have is airtight. “I didn’t want to delay Steph’s funeral services and cremation, so I’ve scheduled it for tonight. I don’t want anyone having an opportunity to check his system for poison,” I say, making sure she understands why this needs to happen immediately.

He then walked to my side. Meanwhile, Dylan took the seat next to Harper. Harper, who was usually blunt, faltered for a second. I saw her blush. I suspected that Harper was thinking the same thing. I calmed my frantic beating heart and tried to explain myself. “We are no longer with Murray and Craig—” But I stopped mid-sentence as Anthony and Elena Luciano entered the banquet hall. As the Don and Donna, their presence was formidable. Leopold smiled and gently brushed aside a stray hair at my temple.

Sarah didn't move. Stephanie chuckled, her expression turning wicked. "What's the matter? Feeling a little lightheaded? Maybe it's because you've been spreading your legs for two brothers like a common whore." Sarah's lips curled back, her teeth clenched. "You talk like you know everything, Stephanie." Her voice shook with anger, her hands tightening into fists. "But you missed one little detail." Stephanie arched a brow. "Oh? Do tell." Sarah exhaled sharply, her gaze burning with defiance. "I fucked Rafael, too."

She never hesitated to call someone stupid, even Stefano. Then, her face softened, and her eyes grew intense. “But there is something you need to know, Elena. Something you have to believe.” I tensed up, my heart tripping over itself. “No matter what Stefano planned at the beginning,” she said, leaning in close, “that plan died months ago. The Stefano I saw three days ago... he isn't a man seeking revenge. He is a man who is drowning. He is totally, madly, and hopelessly in love with you.”

she introduced. I send them a slight wave and an understanding smile before speaking. "Oh, okay. hey, you guys, it's nice to meet you all. You're both so pretty." I complimented as I tried to make sense of their facial structure from the light escaping the bonfire. Ileana had long silver hair that stopped at her waist, along with pale white skin; making her almost out to look like a ghost. My eyes then diverge from Ileana before fixating on Stass and her Appearance. Stass had thick curly hair in which protruded out into a perfect round curly-fro along with Carmel like brown skin.

N.B.: THIS IS ANOTHER DIFFERENT STORY. MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN BOOK 2< WILL CONTINUE IN ANOTHER STAND-ALONE BOOK. “I have not insulted you, Katherine, believe me. If I were to call you names, I don’t know which ones I would choose for you. One thing I know though is that you all that evil, wickedness, and shameless depict. Even worse!” Irma shot back.

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.”

DIEGO SALVATORE The somber mood of the memorial service of my mother hung heavy in the air. I stood by the grave, flanked on my right by Olivia and the other side by Donovan. This wasn't my kind of thing, the hushed words and quiet tears, this wasn't a place I would love to be. However, she was mother, Isabella Salvatore. She died in a car accident five years ago and although the authorities said it was an accident, I knew it wasn't one. I was still on her case, when I find the entity responsible for the accident then I can have peace.