When Is Stefan Salvatore's Birthday Novels & Stories

“I’m surprised you haven’t dumped me yet after getting what you wanted.” “Stop joking around.” I pleaded, my face as red as a tomato. “Besides, you’re deflecting. That’s not the point.” “What’s the point?” He asked with a smile, satisfied that I was flushed because of him. “The point is that I don’t know much about you and it’s weird considering our relationship.” “And what’s our relationship?” I ignored him. “What’s your zodiac sign? Wait, when even is your birthday?” Saint took another bite of his food. “13th July.”

The final day of the contract happened to fall on the seventh anniversary of my marriage to Salvatore. Early that morning, Valentina sent me a message to show off. "Salvatore's throwing me a huge birthday party today. It's going to be in your bedroom. You'll come and give us your blessing, won't you?" I stared at her taunting message before blocking her and deleting every way she had to contact me. Luca called soon after. "Alessia, Nicola's on the ferry. He's safe for now." The weight I had carried for seven long years finally lifted.

Salvatore has two sons Lorenzo who is here and Marcial De Luca who is younger and stationed in Brazil. The firstborn son of Salvatore. He must be around thirty based on the subtle beard on his jawline. He must have forgotten to shave this morning. He is the heir of the De Luca empire. He shut the door behind him himself. The click echoed too loudly in the room. "So," he said, in a rough accented, and unapologetically rude voice. His eyes menacingly looked down on me. "You're the girl." He scanned me from the tip of my head down to my toes which made my stomach churn. I felt like the room was suddenly on fire.

Steph twirls her milkshake that she's halfway through as she thinks of a question. "What's your favorite food?" Chris grins. "Doughnut." "Doughnut is a snack, Christopher," Steph chides, shaking her head slightly. "Lasagna." "Me too!" "Nice," Chris smiles. Having finished his doughnut, he's sipping his coffee. "When's your birthday?" He asks in a curious tone. "5th of May," Steph replies. "I didn't know." "You didn't even know about my existence then," she retorts. "When's yours?"

I rinsed my plate in the sink, thinking he had more trust in me than I did of myself. "I am. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to make a few calls." He walked out of the kitchen without a backward glance. "Birthday plans?" Dorian asked. I shrugged again, beyond confused by the way Professor Pops was acting. "Professor Pops wants to throw me a birthday party here." How could he still be considering my silly birthday? Did he expect me to go on with my life like nothing happened? "Whoa, your letter has Pops worked into quite a tizzy," Salvatore said, sliding up to me. He grinned, and I guessed he wasn't afraid.

Pulling Callan into the car, Savannah smiled and asked him, "Why did you invite me to dinner today?" Callan winked at her with a mysterious look. "I have something to consult you." "Hmm?" Savannah was surprised. "What do you want to consult me about? Don't keep me guessing." "Haha." Callan held the steering wheel with one hand and held Savannah's hand with the other. "It's your birthday next week. I wanted to ask you how you would like to celebrate it and what gifts you would like." Savannah was slightly surprised. Then she smiled, filled with sweetness in her heart. "Don't bother. I'm not lacking in anything."

"Hmm. " " I miss my brother." " I miss my brother too and he wouldn't like me keeping the fact that I've been alive for the past five months as a decoy . " " Salvatore isn't Romano's son he is uncle Claudio's ." " What the hell ?" © #KCMmuoe

They said in unison. “I expected that long ago,” the old man said. Samuel was shy but braced up and said, “You promised to let me know Stephanie's birthdate.” “Yes. Her birth date is on the 15th, but because it falls on a Saturday, she will celebrate it on Monday the 17th after the Founders Day on Sunday the 16th.” Samuel's eyes brightened at once and he exclaimed, “That is splendid. We will be around to celebrate with her.”

Like he wanted me to think I had control. I paused. Then it hit me. Salvatore. His best friend. Now, his worst enemy. I leaned forward. The room felt colder. Everyone watched. And then I said it. Slow. Steady. Deadly. “What happened between you and your best friend -Salvatore, at exactly 4:00 p.m. on 07/05/15?” Otto froze. Then, like he’d been shocked, he shot up from his chair, eyes wide and stunned.