Victoria Salvatore Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

said the man. Amore looked at him and his right hand is now extended to hers, “The name’s Cali,” he introduced. Hesitating, Amore still accepts his hand, “A-Amore…” she responded. She’s now confused as to why they are acting like this now. ‘Have they finally found that I was saying the truth?’ Amore thought. After that, Cali went out of the room and she proceed to eat. A few minutes after she was done eating, the doctor came in. If she remembers it right, his name is Xavier.

And it's with her. Staring across the field towards the garden at my beautiful mate, unable to walk over and simply throw her over my shoulder like a caveman has me extremely agitated. While Olivia rambles on about something I couldn't care less for in my ear. I couldn't repeat back anything she's said to me if someone was holding a gun to my head trying to force me. All of my attention is on Ingrid. Watching as her long blonde hair flows in the wind, green eyes locked with my own, her scent coming straight for me wrapping it's way around me and making Maddox try and fight to break free. When Olivia's hand comes down on my arm a ferocious growl slips through my lips, Maddox's voice blares th

she sighed standing up straight walking down the steps “ Where are you going?” I asked taking a few steps down “ I have work to do. Or do you think I’m not suitable for my work now because of my ‘condition’.” She huffed opening her car door waiting a minute before rolling her eyes and stepping inside. “ women” I huffed as I watched her drive away “ yeah you just messed up!” Creed yelled making me jump “ What are you talking about?” I groaned turning around looking at him “ Charlotte is very sensitive about that situation. You can tell she is by the way she looked at you just talking about it.” He shrugged coming up to stand next to me

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"And what did you say?" "That I'd pass it along," she said. "Which I'm now doing." She put her hands on my shoulders and I let myself lean back into them for just a second. "Are you happy?" she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Victoria Hale. Twenty-nine years old. Founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion companies in the world. Owner of her own name, her own story, and every piece of ground she stood on. The daughter of a woman who had survived things that should have destroyed her. And in about forty minutes, about to walk down an aisle in Paris toward a man who had chosen her on purpose, every single day, through every version of who she was still becoming.

She seems to notice this as well because she looks at me up and down. "You...must be dating my brother-in-law, Matteo." It's not a question, even though she poses it as one. "I am. I'm Olivia Lawson, you are?” "Victoria Saccone-D'Amico." She says as she offers her hand with a warm smile. I would have returned the smile if her fragrance were not the same as mine. If her hair and complexion were not the perfect shade for my dress and if my heart were not in my stomach and bile in my throat.

It was almost a direct view from where Victor stood. “I CAN'T DANCE,” Salvatore announced as she stood face to face with him. "You're making a mistake here." But she spread her palm over his chest, stopping him from moving an inch. "It works well for me too.” “How?” “I can move on you, against you,” she said, holding his wrist and drawing them to her waist. “You just keep those eyes and hands on me." That he twirled her around wasn't what had her sucking her breath in, but him circling his arms around the curve of her waist, holding her close so her back pressed against him that she could feel his breath.