Hugo X Sofia Novels & Stories

SOFIA JOHNSON No. It can’t be him. But it is. The man I slept with. The most dangerous man in the country who controls an entire mafia. Dante. I stay seated when I see his blue eyes looking at me. I see the surprise on his face. He didn’t know who I was either. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Sofia,” Lucas says proudly, as if presenting a newly won trophy. I stand up, taking a few steps.

Sofia laughed softly, her cheeks flushing at the way he looked at her—like she was the only woman in the world. "Are you sure we have time for this?" she asked playfully. "You’re already looking at me like you want to skip the club altogether." "Tempting," Aaron murmured, pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers. "But I promised you a night out. And I plan to make it unforgettable." Sofia smiled against his lips, her excitement bubbling over. "Good. Let’s go." --- The club was an exclusive hotspot, hidden in the heart of the city. As their car pulled up to the entrance, they were greeted by a line of people waiting to get inside. The bass from the music insi

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE FLORENCE A.S CHAPTER 006: The Anniversary Sofia stayed up all night trying to make sure she didn’t miss out on any item and giving herself words of encouragement as she had never made a lot of fast food for a very big event. After confirming everything, she tried to sleep but was too anxious to close her eyes, so she decided to go downstairs to get some coffee and snacks.

During the trip, he thought of her. About Sofia, the stubborn scientist who didn't believe in anything she couldn't prove. The woman who laughed at his stories about UFOs, who looked at him as if he were an adorable madman, but who never underestimated him. The woman who would listen to him ramble about cosmic energy while handing him a coffee with skim milk and a ham croissant. "You're a beautiful contradiction, Sofia," he whispered to the fogged-up bus window. "And I still like you just as much as I did before."

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

“We met at a charity event once and you gave me your card.” He gave a small smile, still vague. “You must be the museum curator lady then.” "Sofia Winston." Sofia replied, a bit disappointed he didn't remember her name but glad that he remembered her still. "I reached out to you,” she said evenly. “I pitched a partnership. When I didn’t hear back, I figured that was your answer.” Alejandro replied politely. "I see. I apologize for that, and thanks for thinking highly of us.” “Sofia responded. “Sure. I'm quite curious. Were you just not interested, or was it something else?”

Sofia sighed, projecting her voice so every single pack member could hear her feigned sweet sympathy. She stepped out of the shadows, gliding gracefully toward the dais. "We all know a pack of feral rogues tore her apart. It is a tragedy, yes, but rogues kill our kind every day. We should be celebrating our future, not dragging us back into the past." Without waiting for a response, Sofia took Martha's trembling hand and pressed it against her own pregnant belly. "For example," Sofia purred, casting a cunning, condescending side-glance at me, "why do you not tell the pack what you see for the royal heir I am carrying?"

“Look at me. I know those eyes can’t lie, my dear Clarissa.” Sofia was taken aback but she had to gather herself together. Mikael knew everything about her, even her past and her deep secrets. Mikael, her childhood sweetheart, knew that she was Clarissa Gonzales. But she had to constantly remind him to forget about her past identity. "Mikael, please forget about Clarissa. I am now Sofia Villanueva!" She had to emphasize her present persona. “All right, my shy Sofia, but what are you trying to hide this time?” The man tried to tease the woman who seemed anxious at the moment.

Luca said low, his deep voice cutting through the crackle of the burning logs and the howl of the wind outside. Sofia didn't look up, though her fingers paused over the keyboard. "I'm cross-referencing Carmela's dummy accounts in Zurich." "Right," Luca grunted. He reached into his leather jacket, pulled out a small slab of dark chocolate, and tossed it gently onto her keyboard. "Eat. You haven't touched dinner." Sofia looked down at the chocolate, then up at Luca, her sharp eyes softening just a fraction in the firelight. "I don't need taking care of, Luca."

Freya said. Sofia shook her head. “I would rather not be a Luna.The Luna and Alpha aren't equal at all and now that I have the opportunity ... .ah!… This isn't fair at all”. Sofia suddenly sobbed loudly and laid back on the bed. “Sofia” “I think we should drop this topic already because it's making me more agitated and bewildered. It's making me wistful and…” Sofia blinked rapidly with tears stinging her eyes.