Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

Gaby confessed, holding Thalia’s hands. “No. I was taking care of some Teca business, but now I’m here to spend the evening with you.” “Teca. Honestly. Teca is the worst mistress you will ever have, but when you return back home to me, I forget you cheated on me with her,” Gaby flirted, attempting to steal a kiss. “And I hate that I have to cheat on you with something you’ve always encouraged me to build,” Thalia said, growing closer with a sexy smirk.

Sarah was shy with his deep gaze. “Stefan, what will you do now?” Sarah asked nervously. “I will make my angel ready,” Stefan said lovingly and pulled the hairpin from Sarah’s bun, making her hairs fell open. “Stefan, what did you do, now how will I tie this again?” Sarah said irritatingly and pulled a long face. Stella was struggling for long for her hairstyle, then she set it beautifully and Stefan ruined it in a minute. “I will do that, more than anyone. I can make my angel ready, didn’t I?”

"I'm fine Mother" She spoke out with a fake smile although she was missing Stefan who she had thought was going to be here not knowing that he lied to her. he wasn't even picking her calls at the moment and very soon, the party will end since they've started giving him gifts and sharing cakes and other things. Stefan, who had gone to change his clothes, showed up in front of everyone looking extremely handsome. Stefan pulled everyone's attention with his presence. Everyone turns to look at him and the ground becomes more noisy when they realize who he was. Of course he was Stephen Which they all know him to be. He was the CEO of MSS cosmetics company. He was the most handsome man they could

Nia laughed uncontrollably. “Congratulations, my prince.” “Thank you, mamma,” I walked up to him and hugged him tight. “Now, young lady. What is it that you wanted to tell us?” I asked. “I have met someone also,” I glared at Farid. “It’s ok, mamma. He’s a good guy.” “I hope so,” Gio said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “His name is Stefano. Stefano Salvatore (pronounced Sal-va-tor-ay),” Gio’s eyes widen.

When we had to pretend that we were a couple, and I kissed her soft lips - I knew for sure that she was the one. At that exact time, I knew that I had to come up with a new plan. A plane that shall guarantee the rising of the so-called dark luna, yet mt Stephany not to die. Well, my plan got interrupted by the one and only - Lucas Salvatore. Only god knows how I hate that man. He played the role of a hero that exposed me as the villain. Hopefully, I started applying my own plan a while ago before she left - she was already my blood addict.

Sunlight glinted against her gold earrings as she descended gracefully, her red outfit impossible to miss. Her smile faded the moment she saw me standing beside the car. “Why is she here?” she asked. Stefano slipped his hands into his pockets. “Don Salvatore wants her to accompany us.” Bianca looked at me with a disbelieving expression. “You cannot be serious.” “He was very serious.” She muttered something beneath her breath and rolled her eyes toward the sky. After a moment, however, she sighed in defeat. “Fine.” She gave me an irritated glance before the expression on her face changed as she walked to me

“Please hold on, baby. Mommy’s still here.” On the fourth day, the bars of her cell creaked open. “Elena Salvatore?” She looked up, weak and pale. Standing outside was a man she hadn’t seen in months—but one she’d never forget. “Stephan…” she breathed. Stephan, her secret admirer back in college—and the only person who ever truly believed in her—stood there, his expression tight with anger and pity. “Come on,” he said gently. “You’re getting out of here.”

I scolded. "I know. I asked Rose. And as your buddy, I had to do some research" He rubbed his hands together, trying to sound as mysterious as possible. "That's not even necessary. It's not like I'm gonna fall in love with her anyway" I said. "Let me tell you, her name is Natalie Karina Salvatore, the daughter of the Salvatore Enterprises. She's an Economics Professor and she's a part time head decorator at their family bakery which is really famous, she models part time as well and from my sources, she's the most obedient, most loved and most cared for daughter in her family" Victor explained.

But the truth was glaring right at me. It was a picture of her. She was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking like a goddess. And she was smiling. A real smile. Not the fake one she used to give me. And she was with a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Damian Moretti. The name was familiar. Very familiar. I scrolled through the article, my anger rising with every word. "Bianca Salvatore, only daughter of billionaire Julio Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Corp, married Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti Empire, in a lavish ceremony today in Los Angeles."

He smiles at me - a flash of white teeth that promises the Tax tonight will be paid in blood and salt. I sit there, ruined and wet, watching the man I love to hate plan a wedding with a woman who has no idea she’s sharing his bed with his stepmother.