Ryan And Sophie Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment Ryan turned around, every bit of color drained from his face. Because Sophie was standing there. For as long as he had chased me, Sophie had been chasing him. “Just like before,” I said. “Go back to Sophie’s bed. Isn’t that how you managed to forget your separation anxiety for a while?” Sophie, wearing a red dress, obediently reached for his hand. But Ryan only looked disgusted and shoved her away. It was not like that. At first, it had only been an accident. That day, he had been waiting downstairs outside my house when Sophie suddenly called him and said the power had gone out at her place and she was terrified.

But Sophie… Sophie was nothing if not shameless. "Ryan, I regret everything so much. If I hadn't experienced those accidents back then, if Kane hadn't—"She paused dramatically. "Couldn't we have had a different ending? Don't I have any place in your heart anymore?" Sophie actually reached out and grabbed Ryan's arm. The audacity! "Ryan, is there really no way back to how things were? Has your heart completely forgotten me?" Ryan pulled his arm away, but before he could respond, I pushed the door open and walked in.

“Thank you… for everything. For tonight. For chasing me. For believing in us. I can’t imagine what you must be thinking right now, but I won’t apologise for it. I just… I need you to know that I’ve loved you every day since I met you, Callum. Every, goddamn day. And I want this… whatever this is. It’s just… complicated, you know? If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it right, or it will crash and burn the same as last time…” Sophie jumped a little as Callum’s hand came to her face. He lightly wiped away the tear that had unknowingly fallen down her cheek. “Complicated, huh? Well… sounds like an adventure to me…”

Chapter 4 "What more do you want from me, Ryan? You and Lana already conspired to take everything from me," Sophia said as she dropped the bag to the floor in a fit of rage. "You made your decision already. You want me out, and I'll leave." "But Sophia, I don't want to leave you like this. Not like I care anyway, but you have nothing. I want you out of my life, but that doesn't mean I will be heartless about it," Ryan said to her.

Ryan was behind her, his pants around his ankles, hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. "Harder," Sophia gasped. "Make me feel it tomorrow." "What the fuck?" The words escaped me before I could stop them. They both froze. Ryan's head whipped around, his eyes widening with shock.

As if their business is back to square one in bed, with money and door slamming. “I don't know what you ---- “How come everyone doesn't know!” Ryo screamed, brushing his forehead distressed. He couldn't care enough about what the Alpha was into; a one-night stand should end the next sunrise, but here he was dealing with it. “Stop pretending like you care and leave me alone.”

I experienced my throat clenching. "Mama," Sophie yelled triumphantly, standing before me, her eyes sparkling with pride, not having noticed the storm and drama that was brewing around us. She walked in front, took his hand, and smiled. "Mummy," she said, "this is Ryan, my fiancé. Ryan, that's Claire, my lovely mummy."

Ryan grinned at me, and warmth crept up my neck before I could stop it. Sophie’s smile faltered for half a second. “Of course. I only meant that as a friend, giving honest feedback.” “I appreciate it,” I said, keeping my voice light. I tried to leave it there. I really did. But Sophie seemed determined to make herself part of every conversation. She corrected Ryan’s version of a story he had told so many times that most of us could recite it, laughed loudly at jokes that barely qualified as jokes, and kept finding reasons to touch Dean. She brushed a stray piece of hair from his forehead, straightened his sleeve, and later adjusted his collar even though it was perfectly fine.

Dominic leaned back, stretching his long arm along the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. “I keep waiting for the next hit,” Sophie admitted, resting her head against his shoulder and staring at the faint sunlight dancing on the rug. “Some hyper-vigilant part of me still expects Lena to walk through that door with another tablet, another flagged transfer, another threat we haven’t accounted for yet.”

“Elise, listen to me. It just happened. We didn’t plan—” “Shut up,” Sophia said, still looking at Elise. “You always were a bad liar, Ryan. We’ve been fucking for weeks. You think she doesn’t know how you look at me?” Elise took one step closer. Her hands stayed at her sides, but her fingers curled tight. “Weeks.” Ryan’s face went pale again. “It wasn’t weeks. It was… once. Twice. I was going to tell you.” Sophia laughed, low and sharp. She finally let go of him and hopped down from the counter. Her skirt stayed high. She didn’t bother fixing it. Slick wetness shone on her inner thighs.