Sapo From On My Block Novels & Stories

Oh well”} “SOFIA!!!!!”

I opened the tray, and it was the usuals: water, food, and contraceptive. There was never a time that Leonardo didn't fill me with his sperm. I sat down to eat. If there was anything I needed at this point, it was strength. As I chewed absentmindedly, I heard a loud bang at the door. I turned to find Sophia standing at the door. She was here again. She walked up to me and threw my meal to the ground. “What do you want?” I stood up. “You, bitch,” Sophia said with a disgusted look on her face.

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

As Saphira didn't have a car, Sophia had given her a ride and would come and pick her up in a few minutes. Honk, honk, hoooonk! Saphira lifts her head and smiles. Sarah was really crazy. She was still at the end of the street and was already honking her car horn. Saphira enters when she stops the car, and they greet each other. - Hello. Did you wait too long? - No, I just left my room. - Perfect. Shall we have breakfast and then go to the Houston Zoo? - Excellent idea. I don't remember when I last went to a zoo.

“How did you get here so fast? Fly on your broom? Come to ensure yet another of our kids wants nothing to do with you?” “How amusing, Apollo. I was in the city visiting Josalyn and Robert. And after I tried to visit Clay at Makayla’s, received the phone call, and came straight here.” Clay’s Mother snorted, cold icy blue eyes cutting to me. I know that look. Sophia looked at me like a piece of gum on her shoes that she would scrape me off. “Sorry… Uncle… Apollo… bitch… moves… fast in heels.” Makayla apologized, out of breath, as she reached us.

Also she doesn’t even know whether she herself wants to continue with sculpting. Entering her apartment Sophia kept a bowl of noodles to boil and went to take shower. She fell asleep as soon as her back hit the bed because of all day long rush, after having dinner. Noah was still working like machine in his laptop when suddenly his cabin's door shot open and his friends Dexter and Leo bragged in. Noah lifted his grey eyes from laptop to them and said in chilled tone "That made me think who can be this unmannered to brag into my office without bothering to ask for my permission."

Feeling his weight lift off herself she wasn't expecting his fist to come crushing đown on her good eye. "So you remember that you are nothing and nobody. You are just an ugly piece of dog shit," Travis laughed cruelly and then ran off. Sophia wept as she stood. Brushing the snow off herself she felt her good eye swelling and made her way to her home trying to see through her narrowing vision. Sophia refused to wallow in self-pity. She gritted her teeth as she reached her small home and went onto the porch to grab the shovel.

[Yeah, yeah—script city. [Script's me and the missus in Canada. I'm a college prof...] Sophia listened as he spilled her whole fabricated tale, heart sinking like lead. Edgar hit pause. "Well? Anything to add?" Sophia crossed her arms loose, face even. "Nothing comes to mind." "What, throwing in the towel already? No fight left?" He leaned in sudden, close enough his cologne hit her like a wall—thick and cloying. "Not scared I'll drop this on Ethan?"

It’s a little tighter than when I picked it out and had it tailored, but it made my ass look great and gave me killer cleavage. You’re welcome, Knox. The zipper stills and I hear a mumbled “shit” and my heart stutters in my chest. No, no, no, please let it fit! “Soph?” “Sorry,” she groans out. “Little guy doesn’t like when I have dairy but still craves ice cream at all hours.” I turn, Sophia is rubbing her adorable little baby bump while she apologizes for the bowl of rocky road she had for lunch. “Can I?” I ask, my hand stretching towards her.

He’d delivered a hundred romantic lines on screen, but now he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence? “You still there?” Zayne’s voice filtered through the speaker like a mosquito buzzing in his ear. “No,” Knox replied flatly, dragging his hand over his face. “Do I really have to go to a meeting with Weston Carter now?” Zayne complained. “The guy’s a massive tool.” “Yeah,” Knox sighed. “He’s gonna be an extra smug piece of shit today.” “Great. You owe me.” “Sure. Thanks, man.” Knox hung up without waiting for a response, his gaze snapping back toward his phone.