When Was Stefan Salvatore Born Novels & Stories

He worked at his foster dad’s finance company, VE Global Finance after college hours and saved money to pay off his father’s debt. Four Years Later “Hey, Ashton! I’m back for good. Let’s meet up!” said his best friend, Alexander, having completed his studies and returned home to NYC. “Great, bro. I’m in the office right now. I’ll see you in the evening,” said Ashton. He had moved out of the Van Every house and rented a studio apartment near the office. For the last four years, he had saved most of his salary and paid off a little of the debt, but Salvatore Gambino didn’t allow him to meet his dad. Ashton still did not know if he was alive!

) Giovani smiled and stretched his hand to shake but Elena kept staring at him and finally stated with a straight face, "Giovanni Salvatore from the University of Padua?" Giovanni stiffened, only a few people knew he went to this university. The USA knew entirely different things about him. He looked at Aaron with a questioning look in his eyes but even Aaron was clueless. He didn't know how Elena Ferrari knew this about his grandfather when the information was not in public knowledge.

As for my brother, even though we don’t live together, I know Salvatore is just protecting him from any violence he might witness if he stayed with us at home. It’s not that Salvatore doesn’t care if I see the violence, but I understand that, like me, he doesn’t want to be away from me. My birthday turned out to be a happy one. After everything I’d been through, I hadn’t even realized it was my birthday. I’m 19 now—one year closer to Salvatore, though I wished he would stop counting birthdays until I catch up to him! Hehehe… I know it’s impossible, but what can I do? I’ve fallen for him.

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

I promised her that I will always keep her safe. When I was 10, Fabiano and I would go to shooting ranges to practice. He always made sure that no one in the building knew about my training. I studied hard in school and I learned every language I could possibly learn. Marina and I would stay late at night to practice speaking in different languages. We prepared ourselves for the worst. I was 14 when Salvatore became a Made Man. His training paid off and he was soon known for his outstanding skills when using a knife. People commonly refer to him as “The Slasher”. Shitty name, I know. He killed his first man by slitting his throat. I pretended to feel sick but deep inside, I liked it. Marina

"Not even this man. Not tonight." Salvatore was staring at Valentina now with something like sick recognition dawning across his face. "He came to me two weeks ago," he said slowly. "Asking questions about Rosa's brother. I thought it was simple curiosity, a man trying to understand the family he had married into. I never once considered that he was gathering pieces to a puzzle he already knew the shape of."

The moment his eyes found me, he froze entirely. "It can't be..." "Who are you?" I asked. "I served your father." Something in his voice, the recognition in his eyes, told me this wasn't a stranger reading facts from a file. He knew me. Not from a photograph, not from records or reports. He'd known me as a child. "My name is Salvatore," he said, lowering his weapon slowly. "I served in your father's inner circle for fifteen years. I carried you on my shoulders at your christening."

I noticed my phone had been there throughout the night. "There is a movie premiere tonight, I had an invite but I didn't want to go, it's a chance for you to meet your celebrity crush "Salvatore" He explained and I jumped. "For real?" I grinned ear to ear, Salvatore Stiles was an old celebrity I had a crush on since I was a little child. "Do you know him?" I asked and he smiled, "old friend" "How did you know he is my celebrity crush?" I wondered realizing I never mentioned it.

“How’s everything going? I heard you’re seeing someone.” “You mean… like a hallucination?” He narrows his eyes at me. I crack up. “No,” I say, lightly punching his arm. “I know you’re ready to get back out there. You just haven’t admitted it yet.” “No.” He shakes his head firmly. “Dating isn’t for me.” Salvatore is the only one in the Red Fang clan who had his fated mate the first time, and only her, for most of his life. She died. Left him with a little boy who died not long after.

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.