Ace And Sofia Novels & Stories

Sofia straightened like she was forced into a certain controlled mannerism “Mama, this is Tracey. Luca’s fiancée.” The word seemed to sour the air. The woman’s lips pressed into a thin line “Fiancée,” she repeated slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “Yes mama,” Luca said firmly. “This is Tracey.” She studied me, eyes flicking down to the stain on my dress. “How… sudden.” I forced a polite smile. “Hello Ma. It's a pleasure to meet you” I stretched a hand forward. She didn’t smile back. “I see.” Sofia cleared her throat. “She had a little accident outside. I was just helping her clean up.”

Bianca said with a crooked grin. Sofia didn’t say anything at first. She rolled her suitcase to the trunk, popped it open, and tossed it in without a word. Then she walked over and pulled her into a brief, tight hug. “You look tired,” Bianca said, stepping back. “You look extra.” Bianca laughed, slipping into the driver’s seat. “I didn’t just fly ten hours across the ocean to restart an old war. I get to be extra.” Sofia smirked and sank into the passenger seat beside her.

I swear, I heard Ace growl as I moved across the swell of my breast, squeezing them just enough to have my nipples turning taut. Moving further down, I used the soap suds to caress my clit. I could feel Ace's eyes on me, they could have penetrated right through me when I moved in a small circle and moaned because of how sensitive I was. "Fuck!" I heard Ace curse and when my gaze flew up, I found him palming the massive bulge in his sweats, "why don't you be a good girl and spread yourself for me?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, "Maybe because I'm not a good girl."

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

Meeting Sofia meant taking another step forward in their relationship, embracing the complexities and responsibilities that came with blending their lives together. A few days later, Alessia stood outside Gabriel's house, her heart pounding with anticipation. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to be open and genuine as she stepped inside. Sofia, a lively and curious seven-year-old, greeted Alessia with a wide smile. "You must be Daddy's friend! He talks about you all the time. I'm Sofia." Alessia crouched down to meet Sofia's level, returning the smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Sofia. Your daddy has told me so much about you. I'm Alessia."

To avoid causing any further trouble, I tucked the file under my arm and pushed open the study door. Through the gap, I saw Antonio reclining against the sofa while Sofia, wearing that spaghetti-strap dress, sat curled up in his arms in an intimate pose. At the sound of the door opening, both of them turned their heads. I raised the document in my hand. "Would you two mind pausing for a moment?"

Instead, there was only the satisfaction of finally seeing justice served. Seeing the situation turning against her, Sofia tried to slip away quietly, but Ettore blocked her path. "Where do you think you're going?" Ettore's gaze was icy, his voice filled with hatred. "Ettore, let me go, please. I know I was wrong," Sofia pleaded through tears, trying to use her old tactics to bewitch him. "My feelings for you were real. I'll never dare to hurt you again." "Real?" Ettore laughed, a sound more bitter than crying. "By that, do you mean deceiving me, using me, helping Elena to kill my mom, and abusing me and Isabella? Sofia, you sicken me."

And I just stood there dumbfounded. "You- you guys are together?" Fazza's eyes fell where the arm that was wrapped around me possesively. "Yes, she's taken," Ace replied, but it came out much like a hiss. Though his expression was cool, his eyes were hard, as if warning him off, staking his claim on me. Fazza put his hands up, eyes wide. "No bad intentions here, Mr. Valencian. I was just talking. Anyways, I'll just take your leave now."

I say. "Me too." Irina says. "She's probably at a spa." Irina says irritated. "What about you Sofia? Heard from colleges yet?" Rafael asks Sofia. "Yeah I have heard from 3." She says. "Which ones?" Irina asks. "I got into NYU, Yale and Princeton." Sofia says. "Wow that's amazing. Do you know which one you're going to?" Rafael asks. "Not yet." She says. "You and Noah are exactly alike, he hasn't chose which one he wants to go yet." Irina says.

He knows where we go from here, and I almost laugh at the way we’re in sync with each other. The blonde in the red dress steps forward, her rose scent becoming more prominent when she looks at me. “My name is Marie Ivanova, Alpha Creed,” she says with a bright smile and a voice dripping with honey. It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. “My name is Christa Mikhailova,” the defiant one says. Her scent is one of sage and it burns the back of my throat. Gods, what’s made this woman so bitter? “I am Inessa Baranova, Alpha,” the timid one says. Her scent reminds me of summer berries and is more pleasant than the other two. She actually looks up when she speaks to me this time and although