Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

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.

My heart started pounding as I scrolled through them. News headlines, with pictures and Tweets. “Senator Rivera’s daughter sold to Sicilian mafia boss Azrael Valenti.” “Who is Celeste Rivera? The senator’s scandalous secret.” #MafiaPrincess #RiveraDeal #AzraelValenti There were photos too. Me in the gardens. Me standing on the balcony. Me getting into Azrael’s car. All over the internet. “Oh my god.” My throat went dry. Enzo took a step back. “Celeste, I didn’t—”

Salvatore orders as I lift my gaze to him, then back to Eloise, who is screaming while Joee holds her back. “She’s my daughter, you have—” Salvatore cuts in, his voice bored. “Except I do have the right. Unless you want to work up in the morning with nothing to your name. Let her go.” I stand frozen, waiting for Joe to let her go. I’m not sure if this is working. Salvatore sighs heavily, pulling out his phone. “Zeke?” He says through the phone. “Burn down the entire container.” “No! Please! No!” Joe cries as Salvatore straightens and then approaches Joe. “I will take the girl now,” Salvatore extends his hand to El, who hides behind Joe.

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

“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.”

“Rina came back for a wedding, and I saw the way Rafaele looked at her, he knew. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was getting closer to the truth. I tried to seduce him. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. Then he found out the truth. He kicked me out, told everyone the truth. My parents took us far away to hide the shame.” Stefan leaned back against the wall, his face unreadable. “I couldn’t stand it. I thought maybe I could still have him. So I pretended to make peace with Rina and drugged her. I asked some rogue wolves to help me take her away. I was going to kill her. But Rafaele followed me and saved her. In the struggle, she stabbed me. I was bleeding badly, and I thought I was dying. So

That role was supposed to go to Gabriele, but he clearly dodged the responsibility, so Stefano stepped in. I noticed Stefano was with his girlfriend, Emma Wright. The way he interacted with her was totally different from how he was with Chiara. Emma was more open and easy to talk to, which made our conversation flow better. I don’t usually compare people, but sometimes I just can’t help it. By the way, Emma works for the Moretti family as one of their assassins. She answers to Stella, Stefano’s older sister, and Martina, Marco’s twin.

“Like hell he will. You’re the only heir to our family, You’re going to risk your life for hers? She stays and we are going to go home like the witch said, end of story.” Of course he was going to say that. Any chance he got to put me down, Salvador’s uncle didn’t miss it. In fact he took it to heart. Through her spell, Freya pulled everyone closer to the fiery pit of hers. And we were too close for my liking. “I’m your Alpha Danny, take your Luna away from here now!” Salvador roared making Danny flinch. He grabbed my hand, having no other option but to obey. I struggled against him. I wasn’t going to let him die because of me.

I pull my hand from him. "You aren't." "Yes. I am," I look at him, "you guys don't owe me. Do yourselves a favour and leave me alone. My life is enough of a fuck up and I don't need to get others killed on my behalf." "Like I said, your one of us now. You belong with me." "I don't even know what that means," I say. He opens and closes his mouth, stumbling on what I wasn't sure. "You two are up early," Christophe strolls in, hair gelled perfectly, looking like he came from a magazine. Vampires were stupidly pretty, I had decided. But looking at his perfectly carved face made me feel more disgust than anything else.