Stephanie Salvador Novels & Stories

She called to the attendants in the hall, “Carissa’s tea has gone cold. Please bring her a fresh cup.” The second cup of tea was high-quality tea leaves. After Carissa thanked her with a smile and took a sip, she settled back to drink slowly, feeling puzzled. Salvador had no personal motives regarding her. So, there must be another reason he wanted her to enter the palace. What could it be…?

“I underestimated her. Thought loyalty could be bought. But she played the long game. Used me. Used Blackwood. Used all of us.” He looked up, eyes sharp again. “I want her back. Alive. So I can end her myself.” Dre snorted. “And why would we help you?” Salvador smiled, cold, calculating. “Because if you help me get her, I give you freedom. Both of you. No more debts. No more favors owed. No more looking over your shoulders for my shadows. You walk clean. Forever.” I didn’t respond right away. He leaned forward. “Think about it. Your sister, Reina, her treatments cost money. Real money. The kind that doesn’t run out when insurance caps. Help me, and I will fund it all. No strings.”

“Is this the part where you slide me a check in a monogrammed envelope and tell me to ‘stay away from him for his own good’?” Her nostrils flared. I leaned in a little, voice soft but lethal. “I’m not for sale, Mrs. Salvador. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not even if you throw in a villa and a lifetime supply of rare wines I’ll never pronounce.” “You have no idea who you are messing with.” “Actually, I’d really like to get to know you, Mrs. Salvador. It would mean a lot, especially since I’ll be becoming a Salvador too. She recoiled like I’d spit champagne in her face.

Romeo POV When they left the room, I took a deep breath, knowing that this was not going to make anything easier for me. I’m not scared of her, not more than that woman, but she inherited every bit of her traits. Serena Valentino is my stepsister. After the death of my father, that woman didn’t mourn for his death but came with the news that she was pregnant with someone else's child. And who was that other, I still do not know.

In the last flask is Assorted salad with the cabbage, carrots and all. "Did, did... Are we expecting guests? "He questions in disbelief. How could a spoiled brat prepare so much in just a few minutes and still manage to clean the clothes? Full house wife material. However! Lisa doesn't fancy being called that. She is the hot, morden day working class type of woman. "No, sugar. This is all yours." She replies as she begins to dish his food. "For me? "Derrick questions as he feels further confirmation is needed.

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”

"So, how is that lady in red connected to your boyfriend getting close to Marisa and drugging her?" Sally took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she continued to unravel the intricate web of secrets. "The thing is, Salvador Morello, the main boss, is mysterious even to us. None of us has ever laid eyes on him in our entire lives. Salvador has three front men, two women, and one man. These front men are our superiors. They go around, hiring us for various clandestine tasks, and we get paid for it. The lady in the red dress is one of Salvador's front men and our immediate superior. She's the one who sent us to abduct Marisa."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

" miss are you okay? the guy distracted her while still gripping her arms. " ahem yap I'm fine, sorry for my carelessness, she said and freed herself from his grip and fixed her miniskirt down her exposed thighs. She's wearing a very short skirt that almost reached the part she was keeping inside her undies. " anyways I'm Damon Salvatore and you're? he said to her while reaching his hands as a proper meeting. " I'm Steph Jackson," she said while meeting his hands with her own hands. "Anyways see you around okay...lm already late for my class already!", he said while looking at his watch to check the time.

First Aasad stepped into my path before I got to the doors—his massive frame blocking them like a wall, and then I heard the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. I froze immediately. “Keep moving,” Stephan’s voice called out from behind me, cold and sharp. “One more step, and I’ll paint this floor with your brains.” The room became deadly silent for a few agonizing seconds, but I somehow wasn't fazed by Stephan's threats any longer. Don Salvatore’s voice broke through, calm and measured, but carrying a threat so thick it chilled my spine. “You see... you’re very lucky I’m feeling generous tonight,” he said. “But do not confuse my generosity for weakness.”