Ace And Sofia Novels & Stories

"You think you're worthy enough to insult her? Who do you think you are?" He grabbed her hair and forced her head up. "You're nothing but a pawn for the Camorra family and a tool for my Papa to secure business. And you have the nerve to talk about love?" Sofia struggled. "Vincenzo, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! Please spare me. I'll do anything you say!" "Spare you?" He sneered and released her, sending her crashing heavily to the ground. "Whatever Ella suffered, you'll pay back twice over."

Seth said as he snapped at Sofia who was still sitting. “I’m sorry, my name is Sofia Baker and I am twenty-five years old,” Sofia said as she faked a smile at the end of her introduction. “I think I like her already, and she looks vaguely familiar, I guess I only had to hear her speak,” Amelia said as she ran her eyes all over Sofia’s body. “Yes, and she’s pretty also” one of the ladies complimented Sofia just muttered a thank you under her breath, she didn't care if they heard her or not. She just hoped she has nothing to do with drugs and coupling.

She asked ruefully. "Jelena Savage better step up or we'll be broken before Primal even makes any big moves" The mention of Primal made Axel turn gloomy. Staring down at the ground he sighed and shook his head. "I believe in her" he replied to his best friend but his mood remained down.

At that, she moved away from my side to join in the stupid celebration of a darn nanny returning and I continued to glare at Elena and then at Camila. “That’s because you don’t know me, Camila. I am Sofia and whatever I want, I get in any way I can and that includes Deangelo. I will soon be the new Luna and you will regret ever thinking that way.”

She was ready to start that fire. Sofia knocked once before letting herself into Arsen’s brand new built house on the east side of the manor, her free hand clutching a to-go coffee tray and a bag of pastries as a peace offering. Mostly for Alexei when he gets back from school. But also kind of for Arsen. Because when you ghost a man after melting against him like butter on a skillet, showing up with baked goods was the least you could do. “I brought bribes,” she called, stepping inside.

We found Aurora and their son sitting on the couch. “Daddy!” Ace called his dad's name and which made me to sigh. I turned my gaze towards Aurora, and she's glaring at me. “I will play with you later, baby, okay? Mommy Sofia need to rest.” Drake stated and which made me to sigh. “No, she is not my mommy and I will never call her mommy!” Ace screamed that made me shock. “Ace, your mouth.” Drake uttered, and the child started crying. “Baby, I am sorry, stop crying.” I was about to approach him when he already run towards his mother, Aurora and what surprised me, Aurora wasn't concerned about how her son talk.

Ace squeezed my hand once before letting go. “As you all know,” Ace began, his voice calm, commanding, carrying effortlessly through the house, “Alexia and I have an announcement to make.” Every man leaned in. “We have come to a decision,” he continued, “to merge our two mafias into one.” A ripple of shock moved through the room. “Italian and American,” he said clearly. “One empire. One command.” His hand found my waist, pulling me closer. “She will be your Queen,” Ace said. “And I will be your King.”

I asked, confused, or had Noah made a mistake? “Oh! This is her home and I am her best friend,” she answered. “Is Sofiya home?”I asked. She nodded and then called out, “Someone wants to see you,” Sofeya came to the door and once she saw me all the blood ran out of her face as if she had seen a ghost. “Is everything alright?”Her friend asked, seeing Sofiya’s reaction. “Uh.., I did…” she stammered, “I was not expecting you to come see me,”

“The club misses you.” I blinked. “Club?” “Lucia owns a strip club in Palermo,” Azrael said casually. “Lucia, this is Celeste.” Lucia’s eyes swept over me once, slow and judgmental. Then she smiled—a polite, fake smile. “Your fiancée, yes?” I almost choked. “Excuse me?” Azrael looked mildly entertained. “Something like that.” Lucia’s brows rose. “Ah. Lucky girl.” She leaned in again and kissed his other cheek. “Don’t stay away so long next time.”

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.