Professor Sonia Novelas e Histórias

She cut herself off, flushing deeper. Sofia’s grin turned slow and sharp. “It’s sexy when a man is obsessed. Hot as hell when he wants to claim you. Own you a little.” Aria’s stomach did a complicated flip. “I mean… it feels like that, but—” “No. No buts,” Sofia waved a manicured hand. “Gir, do you know how many people want Professor Daddy?” Aria frowned. “What?” “I’m serious. I overheard two female profs in the faculty lounge the other day talking about his biceps. His biceps, Aria. Like they were ranking muscle groups.”

" She stunned. He was actually so powerful? She really didn't know. Seeing that she really did not know anything, Sonia's expression revealed a little disdain. It seems that she had overestimated this woman. After all, Mr. Mendez was such a high and mighty figure, how could he be touched by a university counselor like her? She shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's just pretend that I didn't say anything." She turned and arrogantly walked towards Office of the Principal, no longer planning to waste words with a small fry like Carina. After looking at Sonia's back, she turned and left as well. After she left the office, she went straight to the entrance of the stadium.

“What is up?” I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “I am Sonia. We have had a few classes together. I heard about the group project Professor Ramirez assigned today. It seems pretty comprehensive, with the market analysis and presentation. I was thinking maybe we could partner up? I have some good ideas for the research section, and I noticed you always contribute really thoughtful points during discussions. I think we would make a strong team. What do you say?”

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

Solaris has recently experienced a lot of rain. The drizzle and chill were sealed outside by securely closed doors and windows, making the atmosphere inside oppressively hot. Sonia sat on the sofa, pale-faced, staring at her phone. Quentin went to take a shower. She had just messaged Alex, wishing he could come and take her away. Sonia didn't want to come here, let alone see Quentin. She was, however, unable to continue working at Horizon Holdings. Sonia was struggling with work, but no one was willing to help her. As a result of the circumstances, she was isolated at Horizon Holdings.

she inquired, her voice laced with intrigue. Mateo's gaze shifted from the road to Ariana, his brow furrowing slightly. "Sonia?" he repeated, his tone tinged with surprise. "Yes, Sonia," Ariana confirmed, her interest obvious. Mateo, unsure of the direction of the conversation, focused on the road once more. "Well," he hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "Sonia is incredibly hardworking. That's how I see her dedicated and diligent."

“Why not? Free food, free money, free gossip. You could use at least one of those.” Ava hesitated. The idea of being anywhere near Dr. Reid right now made her chest tighten—but she couldn’t exactly tell Camille that. “I’ll think about it.” Camille rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if you change your mind, wear that little cream dress you bought last month. The professors will probably show up in boring blazers; someone needs to brighten the room.” When she left, the dorm felt too quiet. Ava sank onto her bed, phone in hand. Jason’s name blinked on the screen again:

I was still packing my things, my hand gripping the edge of the desk a little too tightly, when I saw Ava and Sony approach me out of the corner of my eyes. They approached with too much confidence, a smirk plastered on Sony’s face and a bounce in Ava’s step like they were about to deliver a gift they’d been dying to unwrap. ''Professor,'' Sony said casually. He placed his phone on my desk. ''What’s this?'' I asked. "We have a gift for you. Behold, your favorite student." He hit play and it started softly. A breath, a hum, and then, loud moaning. It was loud and desperate. I recognized it and thankfully, he hadn't caught where she mentioned his name or he'd have been in deep trouble.

I couldn't find the right words. I wanted to say no. I wanted to be strong. But my hands were trembling, my whole body betraying me. The professor took a step closer. "Sophia." His voice was softer now but was still filled with the same authority. Like he was someone who expected to be answered. I swallowed hard. "I... I'm fine Professor Xavier" He looked at me for a moment. "You're lying. And no one calls me Professor Xavier; just Xavier is fine," he continued.

I saw the woman stand up and walk towards me then stretched out her hand, “Hello, Miss Merina. I am Sonia, the secretary of the Association of Music and Instruments. I watched the video of you playing the piano and I must say, you are very good, so I would love to ask for you to join the association, will you give us the honor?” “No, She won’t!”