Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

“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 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.

"That's why I love having you here with me. You bring a different energy to everything." I smiled at him, feeling my heart swell with affection for this man. I leaned in for a kiss, and we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," Liam called out, and his assistant, Rachel, walked in. "Mr. Salvatore, your 10 o'clock is here," she said, glancing over at me. Liam sighed, looking disappointed. "Alright, send him in." I stood up and walked over to the couch, taking a seat as a tall, handsome man walked in. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and I could tell he was confident and in control.

I said. Sebastian’s face went carefully blank. “Stacy, what are you talking about?” I picked up the diary and held it up. “I’m talking about this. And the photos someone sent me. Don’t stand there and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He set his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Charlotte is my stepdaughter. Whatever you think you saw…” “I didn’t ‘think’ I saw anything.” My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. “I have pictures. I have her own words describing what you do to her. How she begs. So don’t insult me with denials.”

Then again, I grabber her hand and stopped her from doing so. She violently grabbed her hand from me and took a step forward. Her eyes were filled with rage already. This little bitch has the thinnest patience and can never take sarcasm. She always wants fights, always needs to get everything she wants. A spoiled, nasty, little half-devil and half-vampire. "Are we fighting over this unidentified girl, Niklaus?" she shouted as if testing me. I crossed my arms over my chest and kissed her cheek. "I and Ambrosio did, Nat. Stop it and I am sorry for pissing you off," I consoled the brat.