Novel & Cerita When Is Stefan Salvatore's Birthday

Lorenzo Salvatore died in prison the same year Zara turned twenty-five. Dante received the notification with the same emptiness he'd felt the day they arrested him, no grief, just the closing of a door that had been shut for a long time already. "Do you want to attend anything?" Luca asked. "Burial, anything?" "No. He stopped being my father the day he held a gun to your head." Dante folded the letter and set it aside. "I'll arrange a burial. Quiet, no announcement. That's all the obligation I owe him."

"That was impressive Stefano. You really are getting good at this." "It's not that difficult once you figure it out," Stefano shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. "Has mom talked about my birthday to you?" "Nope, she's always secretive around our birthdays," I tell him and he groans. His birthday is next week, as is his party. Mom, like usual, is throwing a huge party that no one really asked for. Happens five times a year for our birthdays, plus two more; Christmas and New Years. "She said she had a surprise for me this year," Stefano says and I raise and eyebrow.

Salvatore grinned wickedly as he watched Pietro's blood pool on the floor. Stonia entered the office to inform Pietro that their son's birthday was about to start, only to see him lying dead in a pool of blood with Salvatore holding a knife. Stonia screamed, tears instantly rolling down her cheeks. "What have you done to my husband?!" she wept.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

His long hair is also pushed back and he smells so nice! Cut it out! "S-Stacey. Stacey Nicole." "Surname?" I looked at him. Nervous "M-Monreal." I said this while staring at him. "But I haven't put it on his birth certificate yet because it needs your signature." I immediately added I could clearly see how Troy's jaw tensed. "Birthday?" "30th of July, 2018." I closed my eyes when I heard the fall of the ballpoint pen on the table. "She knows me." He spoke with a tone of delight, but sadness was still visible.

He glanced at the clock—it was past midnight, but that had never been a problem before. “Sterling, it must be important.” The voice on the other end sounded alert despite the hour. Richard Chen never slept when money was involved. “I need information. Now... Salvatore Family Trust. I want to know everything.” Pause. Sebastian could hear the creak of a chair, the sound of a computer being turned on. “Alessandro Salvatore. Dead for... fifteen years. Suspicious car accident. His wife, Isabela Salvatore, died with him. They left behind a son—Pietro Salvatore, seven years old, who also died later, but there are rumors that he had another daughter.”

"That's right. It's Wanda's birthday today, and Ste booked out the entire club, especially for her. What a romantic gesture indeed!" "Ste, aren't you going to save Ms. Jordan?" "It's your birthday today. There's no rush. Come on, birthday girl, make a wish. I'll make sure to fulfill it no matter what you want." "Really? Then, I want to be with you forever!" Stefan seemed to go quiet for a short while. Then, he said in a doting voice, "Of course. I'd love that more than anything in the world." He'd love that more than anything in the world?

I asked full of questions to myself and also the man next to me. He smiled, making his dimples appear, "Of course. Follow your heart, I'm sure he still stupidly loves you." I hit his shoulder, "He's not stupid." "Who said he was stupid?" "You just now." I stuck my tongue at him irritatedly then left him alone. "Maybe he is." He smirked, "Did you know that Mr. Salvatore has gone bankrupt? " "Oh my God, is it for real?" I grinned, "That means we have to celebrate it."

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

I say and he laughs for the umpteenth time. Surely, I’m not that funny. “You’re right,” he says, but in a more serious tone, he speaks again. “I’m alive today because of you. I might be an evil person, but I will never forget the person that saved my life.” “Thank you,” I breathe. “Alright. I’ll make the call. And don’t worry, I’ll tell him you’re one of my best. Trained well, loyal, discreet, and expensive.” For Salvatore, everything eventually boils down to money.