Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

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.

The sun hit her hair, making the ends look golden as she stared down at the path, calm and focused, barely nothing like the quick-tempered, sharp-tongued girl I knew at home. “Her name is Elyssa Gomez, and she’s currently a sophomore,” Caleb said. “Sophomore?! Dude, she’s so young!” Ricci, one of the guys piped up. “So what? Look at her—she’s already fully developed, and she looks so fresh. Think she’d be into me if I went over and introduced myself?” Caleb said, his tone loud and eager as he stared at her. “If you were Theo, maybe,” Ricci joked, cackling as he nudged my shoulder.

She said in mockery. "That's how you manipulated and left your husband, now you've found a new prey to consume right?" She asked. Salvatore was moved to anger as he approached her in agitation. "Would you stop saying rubbish or do you want to see what I can do?" Salvatore asked. "I know what you can do Salvatore. probably you might want to kill me or want to lock me up, but just know that Enzo will never let that happen, no matter what you do, Enzo will always protect me " She replied.

It looked like he had sensed something, so he stood up, and looked around. "Is anything wrong?" Melissa asked, out of curiosity. "No. Things were just set, right. Now is my cue to set it wrong, for Mr. Right." He said, then snapped Layla's back neck, and she zapped out. Then everything went blank for Stefan, but he could still hear their voices. "Who are you? What mistake have I done to save you?" She said as she moved backwards, slowly in fear. "The biggest mistake you can ever make."

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."

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

He was about to become her stepbrother. Leaning against the balcony railing, Sophia took a sip of her coffee, its bittersweet flavour providing a much-needed respite from the stress that threatened to consume her. By conveniently feigning a headache, she had managed to escape the formalities of greeting the arriving guests one by one, effectively dodging any encounter with Julian. Damn, that man seemed to defy logic with his ever-growing handsomeness. But amidst this sea of attractive individuals, her eyes only craved stolen glances at Julian.

“You shouldn't have given her that, Stephanie. Blood makes her strong.” “You didn't see the way she was staring at me.” “She has self control,” Matteo points out. “She’s not going to eat her brother's lover.” Stephanie still has fear in her eyes and I scoff. “You're making a mistake. I only spared her because I was willing to make her get me out of here.” Matteo shrugs, “you can lie all you want, Sunshine, but you're not getting out of here. Come down for breakfast, Lorenzo made your favorite.”