Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

' One journalist says. 'Yes, if you remember..our sources have spotted Mr Salvatore in the company of a blonde head mysterious woman. Now the mystery has been uncovered and we now have learned that she's none other then Elena Mathews. Julie Salvatore's God daughter. Also model and socialite.' Another journalist says. ' They are rather cute aren't they?' The first journalist says.. ' Yes they are.' The TV is switched off and my head snaps to Joey, who throws the remote on the couch.

"It is not a domestic dispute-" "-It's a matter of pride and ego, right? That's what you're saying, huh, boss?" Stephan interjected, returning the cold glare Salvatore threw his way. "It is exactly about you and your inflated ego, not wanting to see that you gave Nicole no choice. She loves you, Salvatore, and she was so goddamn desperate for you to be better because she is witnessing you like this for the first time: stressed, depressed, and just downright a dick. And I don't blame her,"

Vittoria whispered, fear bleeding into her voice. I looked up at the man who had been haunting my life for weeks. The man whose presence felt like both threat and unfathomable salvation. “I'll rather sell myself to Vito Castellano.” I said hoarsely. Yes Vito is my Ex-Fiance's Stepbrother and the most feared man in the country and Italy but at least he's worth it right? One hundred and ninety thousand dollars won't shaken his pockets. "You don't know what you are saying Zoya, Vito is-"

“Odessa! Who are you trying to fool with that high-and-mighty act? Is your reputation more important than being with me? You think I don’t know about the filthy things you did during that year in Switzerland?” I shot back, “Oh yeah? Then why not make Sandra sign a mistress contract? That would have saved her too. The Morettis would never take a mistress as a wife.” “How could she be a mistress?!” he blurted out. “She’s the champion designer, a pure angel! She’s meant to be cherished, she can’t handle any hardship!” Years of hurt welled up, burning in my eyes. Just because she could cry and play the victim. I took a bomb blast for him. Ruined my right hand. Went through four agonizing nerve-s

Despite all my precautions and calculations, I still underestimated how vicious she was. That weekend, early in the morning, Mary sent me back to my second-floor bedroom to do homework, while she pushed the sleeping Ethan out onto the second-floor balcony to get some sun. I lifted my head from my workbook. The unease in my chest grew. Sure enough, at the exact moment my dad pushed open the front door, a loud crash echoed from the stairwell, followed by Mary’s piercing scream. “Ah! Lucy! How could you push Ethan?!” My dad’s steps stopped abruptly. As he looked up, he saw me standing in the second-floor hallway, while Ethan, with his wheelchair, lay overturned at the bottom of the stairs on th

Irresistible. There was something about her that pulled me. “I figured out who she is.” Lumen walked forward and handed me his phone. A video played. It was the wolf on the bed beating up grown men. “She was at the club last night. She caused quite a ruckus,” Lumen explained. “Her name is Ria Salvatore. Her father owns S Group. She’s quite famous.” I barely heard anything beyond her name. My jaw tightened, I was trying so hard to keep myself in control. “Why does she smell so good?”

Exhaling slowly, I opened the door and stepped out, the crisp morning air hitting me. I didn’t need to look around to know that many heads had turned in my direction. I could feel their gazes, curious, judgmental, or maybe even admiring but I didn’t meet any of them. Instead, I straightened my posture, held my head high, and walked forward. As I reached for my phone, it beeped again. I glanced at the screen to see yet another update from the blog. My stomach twisted as I read the post: "Stephanie Salvador shocks everyone as she shows up looking pretty and confident, thereby ending rumors that she ran away out of fear. What has she been up to during all those weeks away? Does Akira have a rea

"We saw you come in with the Alpha's car? We know that the Alpha and Luna have no child yet, so we would love to know who you are." I tucked my hair back a bit and stared at the three girls. No one except Jaxon had spoken to me since I got here, and now that I showed up in André's car, I am suddenly getting attention. "I'm Olivia, and yes, I am not the Alpha's daughter. I am his stepdaughter. My mother is the Luna.” The girls immediately began to squeal with delight, and I looked at them awkwardly.

“Eyy Alyana where did you go? I thought you already left??” “I just got lost, I thought you left me here.” I was frustrated. “Hi! I’m Stefanie, you’re Stephen right?” A woman approached us and even hit me using his shoulder to take my place.