Victoria Salvatore Novels & Stories

Marco received the cellphone and speaks. " Vannah? " " Yes Marco " Giovanna's voice came at the other end. There was a shouts and loud murmuring of a crowd at her end which makes Marco to frown. " Where are you? " He questioned. " In Russia just as Maximo, boss had ordered. He told me to make my commercial just besides konstantin's lair, Thanks to my fame, too many crowds are here to witness me. I really don't know my job as a member of santinos family in here but as a model, I'm here to complete a promotion "

Melissa Salvatore - the princess of the Salvatore business empire. She was the woman Marcus had mentioned during our fights. He'd told me she was going to marry Dominic soon. Marcus said that Dominic was just playing with me, but I hadn't believed a single word. "Careful." Her eyes flicked down to the broken pieces of the fancy vase scattered on the floor. "That was expensive. Not something you could buy with what little money you make here," she said, her voice cutting like a knife.

Trace says his jaw dropping. Victoria has her dark hair on top of her head with curls falling around her face. Her make up is very light showing off her face and bright eyes. Her dress is sapphire blue, I know because it’s Carrie’s dress. I was there when she was fighting with the sale lady about the color. The slit on the side shows off something I never noticed. Victoria has great legs. “Working out with me as paid off,” Leo smiles at her. “You look amazing.”

She walks over to the curtains, and she draws them up, which barely does anything to the room because there’s no sun in this kingdom. After opening up all the curtains, she stands in front of me with a grin on her face. “I am Victoria Smirnov, and since Lissa will not be available. May she rest well in the afterlife. I will be your new handmaid.” “Oh,” I say, and while she was speaking, I had the duvet wrapped around my body like I’m nude underneath the covers. My panties are down. “Nice to meet you,” I say to her. She’s older than Lissa, she’s tall, and slim like most vampires, raven dark hair, diamond-shaped face and a motherly smile.

Xavier: Steam still curled faintly from the bathroom when I stepped out. Valerie sat by the edge of the bed, a towel draped over her shoulders, her hair still damp, the soft ends brushing against her bare arms. She wore light denim shorts and a pale crop top that left her skin showing for my eyes to admire, and for a heartbeat, all I could think about was how normal she looked. Not the Luna. Not the woman who challenged me. Just… her. My Valerie. My woman.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

Violet said roughly, yanking Lady Musa by the arm and dragging her out of the carriage, not minding that the Saintess had a sword in hand. As soon as the Saintess was out of the carriage, Violet said, “Strip.” The Saintess cried out, “You horrible killers! Just wait until my father find out!” “I heard you didn't want this marriage, so I'm here to save you.” Violet said calmly making the Saintess gasp, “W-what are you talking about? Why would a killer want to save me? What a joke!”

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power. My laptop sat on the kitchen island before, I stared at the screen intently as I watched a preview of my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries, I really couldn't get enough of Damon Salvatore but my heart really aches for Stefan Salvatore, no grudges, I just loved Stefab a little more.

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.