Hugo X Sofia Novels & Stories

"When you've got your toys, tell them to stay away from me." "What are you talking about?" "One of your annoying curosities almost got her stupid self drained. Sofia, sofie, whatever the hell she was." "Sofie?" Hayden laughed. "Not possible. Sofie shouldn't be here." "I'm telling you. She's that archeologists you were fraternizing with" "You make it sound sinful when you put it like that. But I'm serious Sofie shouldn't be here. I left her in Egypt when you went to Romaina"

I questioned her, confused about everything. “ You said you are here so I assumed your the father of the babies, actually she's having twins. Did she tell you that she was pregnant and she has HG, Mr ....”, the doctor look at me like I was lying and she was finding it hard to believe that I was her boyfriend. “ I'm Matteo, and Sofia didn't tell me about her pregnancy and that she's having twins. What's HG?” I asked as I remembered she said something about HG.

I inquired, hoping to gain some insight into Isabella's occupation. Sofia pondered for a moment before enthusiastically responding, "Oh, she's a superhero! She fights crime at night and saves the world from evil villains!" Surprised by her answer, I chuckled softly, not quite sure if she was serious or just playing pretend. "That sounds incredible, Sofia. Is there anything else you can tell me about her?" Her eyes sparkling, Sofia continued with her imaginative response. "Well, she also has a secret lair hidden in our basement where she keeps her high-tech gadgets and plans for world domination!"

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

What the fuck is Sofia doing here at this time of the night? Xavier doesn’t get his hands from my hips and my hands are still around his neck, we're both looking at her at least I am, Xavier is piercing daggers at her. “Please tell me she’s not here,” I frown, moving away from him. I stop the loud music and face the woman. Sofia is here in the middle of the night, looking all sexy in her thin short dress and I can see her lingerie beneath. Her books are up in a push-up bra, and looking bigger than ever.

I know she’s in a rage. I'm not numb to not noticing Sofia's true feelings for Haruka. But Haruka seems to be dense in Sofia’s feelings for her. I am not sure, though. We are both bisexual, but if you ask Sofia about her sexual orientation, she says she is pansexual. I just ignored them. I keep on telling them about our plans. "After Samal, yes there, then let's go to Lake Sebu then..." "Wait, your itineraries are all near the sea. You know you can’t go there, right?" Sofia interrupted.

If I saw her in a tight skirt with a low-cut blouse, my professionalism would go to shit. Thankfully, I got into his office without seeing her. “Hades, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Gustavo stopped working on his computer and gave me all his attention. “Sorry about canceling a couple of weeks ago. That cold I had—” “We have a problem with Sofia.” “Sofia?” He may not be related to her, but it was obvious he had affection for her just by how he said her name. He adored her. There was a picture of her on his desk, along with her mother.

Rafael’s chest tightened. “And you,” he continued, turning to Aris. “Aris Nikolaidis. I am Rafael.” “I know,” Aris replied. Sofia tilted her head, openly fascinated now. “This is all terribly dramatic,” she said lightly. “I feel underdressed for the occasion.” Rafael glanced at her, momentarily thrown. “And you are?” “Sofia,” she replied brightly. “His sister.” Rafael nodded. “Of course,” he said. “You look stunning.”

I used the not yet to compose my face into something neutral, which should not have required composure and did anyway, which I noted privately and filed under things to examine later, specifically never. My teammate Sofía glided up beside me during my cooldown lap, which she always did when she had something to say and wanted the moving conversation to provide plausible deniability. Sofía was my closest friend on the figure skating team, a pairs skater from Miami who had opinions about everything and delivered them with the warmth of someone who wanted you to take the opinion seriously but not personally. "They're early again," she said. "Ten minutes," I confirmed. "Briggs is going to stand

“We won’t.” Valentina added softly, “We promise.” Sofia nodded once. Then she stood, tucked the album under her arm, and headed toward the stairs. At the bottom step she paused. “Next Saturday,” she said without turning around, “I want waffles instead of pancakes. With strawberries.” Luca’s laugh was small and broken. “Waffles it is.” Sofia disappeared upstairs. Luca and Valentina stayed on the couch. The album lay between them like a bridge.