Ryan And Sophie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Sweetheart, we don’t talk about things like that. Diane is not real. She’s just a story you made up.” I stood there in the hallway, my form shimmering with emotion. Sophie could see me so clearly. She understood me. She wasn’t afraid. She was the first person in decades who truly saw me as I was. Ryan came home from work a few hours later. Sophie ran to him and hugged his legs. “Daddy! There’s a lady in the hall. Her name is Diane. She lives here with us now.” Ryan picked her up and laughed, but the laugh sounded forced. “A lady, huh? Is she friendly?”

“What do you mean?” “I’m not who you remember. I don’t know you. I don’t remember anything. For all you know, I could wake up tomorrow and decide to burn this place to the ground.” Sofia didn’t even flinch. “Then I’ll help you light the first match.” My head turned sharply, startled. She smiled—tired, crooked, almost sad. Her light blue eyes focused on me. “We’ve already walked through fire together, Aurelio. What’s one more?”

Sofie's POV I heaved a deep breath as I slipped my hand into Roman's warm one and he helped me out of the car. "You seem tense, baby, are you alright?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist, his eyes oozing with warmth and affection as they stared into mine. I shook my head even though I felt nervous as hell at the thought of being in a large, shiny room with wealthy men and women from all walks of life. I had no idea what I was supposed to do as Roman's plus one.

The girl yelled trying to get up from the sofa but Ryan held her back. "Do you mind joining us? It's gonna be fun!" He muttered while fucking the girl at the same time. My blood boiled in annoyance. I was busy waiting outside to discuss our first assignment of the term with him, whereas he was busy fucking a bitch! "Ain't you gonna get out?" The bitch mumbled I entered fully into the room but left the door open in case I may need to run out. I sat on the sofa that was placed beside the one both were using. Ryan looked stunned! He wasn't expecting me to enter as I did

I want a divorce.” Raya said immediately she got to where Raphael was sitting. He had a brown woolly cashmere sweater on, his hazel eyes seemed to glow under the light of the golden chandelier. Raya looked away from his face, trying as hard as possible to resist his allure. She has had to remind herself a lot recently that she should not be attracted to him, that she should not be attracted to him, that his father had killed her father. “Okay. When do you want us to begin the process?” He replied, not even raising his face from his laptop.

Taking a risk I change back into human form and less than 30 seconds later I’m left stark naked in the middle of the living room. “Rohan, what the hell are you doing?” Rylan questions scoldingly, looking nervously at our mate as if she would wake up right this second. Ignoring my brother I place my arms around our mate and lift her up bridal style with her head rolling to lean against my shoulder. My body is humming pleasantly at the contact as I carry her to her bedroom, followed closely by Rylan who’s grumbling to himself. I gently put Sophie down on the bed and place the covers over her. After mumbling something and turning over to her side she seems to settle into a deep sleep.

The one we swore we’d bury forever. But right now, with Ryan’s cock ramming deep in my pussy and the terrifying thrill of getting caught making my blood run hot, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to fuck me harder and roughly. I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted everything. The footsteps started moving again, but this time toward the kitchen instead of coming down the hall. We had a small window. Ryan pulled his hand off my mouth just enough to let me breathe. “You’re mine, Sophie,” he growled quietly. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”

Bruce began, his voice warning, "it doesn't change how we've grown up—" I didn't let him finish. I turned toward Ryan, who was sitting stunned on the edge of the armchair. I walked straight into his space, straddling his lap and forcing him to take my weight. I began rocking my hips against him, feeling the hard line of his thighs beneath me. "Sophie, what the hell are you doing?" Ryan choked out, his hands hovering over my waist, unsure whether to push me off or pull me close. "Showing you I'm not a child," I hissed.

“Ryan, enough! Do you even realize what you’re doing? You’re in bed with me, and you can’t stop thinking about her?” Ryan glared at her, his frustration bubbling over. “You don’t understand, she’s supposed to be my wife!” Sophia laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Your wife? Ryan, wake up. She doesn’t want you. She left you. You’re here, with me, and yet you’re still obsessed with her. What does that say about us?” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. “I don’t know, okay? I just, this whole situation is messed up.”

“Yeah… I feel kinda warm too…” Emma giggled, but her eyes were already glassy with building need. “You guys are being weird… but I like it.” Ryan sat down on the couch like nothing was happening. “You girls keep chatting. Don’t mind me.” The suggestions took hold fast. Within minutes, the innocent girls’ night turned filthy. Sophie suddenly stood up and straddled Ryan’s lap without warning, grinding her soaked denim-covered pussy against the obvious bulge in his pants. “Mmm, Ryan… you’ve always been so hot,” she purred, voice breathy. “I’ve thought about riding you for years.”