Sapo On My Block Novels & Stories

~~~~~ Downtown Apartment ~~~~~ 3 am. Sophia groaned from the mosquitoes biting her body, her hands ran down her body in an attempt to get rid of the mosquitoes. After countless trials of getting rid of the mosquitoes, she sat up from the bed in anger and frustration. Her eyes drifted to Jade sleeping and snoring peacefully and her lips curved up in disgust, she rolled her eyes at him. He was the reason she was here in a downtown dump, if he hadn't been so angry and talked as he liked to his father then they would not have been in the situation.

Looks like a bad storm is rolling in. "I gotta get to the gym. I don't want to be late. Who knows what Debs would do." "Hey, the camel called, it wants it's toe back," Chloe points down at my crotch laughing. Glancing down I notice I have a huge camel toe. Shit. Hurrying back inside I pass a giggling Chloe. "Shut up." I snap playfully. "Hey, it's better me than someone else!" After changing into a different pair of yoga pants, I pass Chloe sitting on the front steps and head toward my car.

Her breathing seized and I felt like I was carrying a lifeless body. "What equation?" I mumbled as I dropped her body to the ground cleaning my eyes. May the angels receive your soul. I dipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I dialed 911 "There was a shooting at Block 27, crescent street, Greenville area. Hurry up" I said to the phone and immediately cut the line. I stretched my hand forth and lightning struck, unleashing my axe. Geez I miss the feeling of wielding the axe of Sango. I haven't used my powers for over 5 years, since the fight against Sorex back in Nigeria.

After a moment she smiled awkwardly and said, “Leo what do you mean? To be honest, my phone accidentally broke last night and it hasn't been fixed yet.” “I was sick today and then I had to take care of Noah who had a fever. I didn't have time to contact anyone. Leo, did something happen? Did someone from the company look for me today?” Leo coldly stared into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying. Sophia felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, but she tried to hold herself together and cope with it. Just then Leo's sleeve was tugged. Noah held up the small building blocks in his hand and asked, “Godfather can you play building blocks with me?”

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Drop the saws, Zilo! Tell the mechanicals to stand down before you tear the lungs out of this mountain!" Sofia’s voice tore through the screeching of grinding metal and the groaning of ancient timber. She stood at the edge of the decimated grove, her boots caked in a mixture of black mud and shimmering violet sap. She was leaning heavily on Nomo, her face a mask of exhaustion, yet her eyes burned with a clarity that silenced the nearby soldiers.

shouted Sophia, "look sister I...I can, I can stand on water dammit!!!" "You're not kidding, are ya? you could do aura manipulation??....try standing with both of your feet on water....try it" said Suzan. Sophia carefully stepped on the river, "how is it possible how am I able to pull it off, it's making no sense at all" Sophia couldn't understand. Suzan stepped on the river too, and asked Sophia to hand over Zack, Sophia gave Zack to Suzan... *SPLASH* the moment Sophia let go of Zack, she fell into the river..."ehhhh co...cold, so I've to swim after all...but what happened just now I cannot understand....mind explaining to me??" Sophia asked submerged in water.

he said to her. Sophia panicked. Her entire body shaking as she heard him say those words. She hurriedly jumped into the shower but she couldn't quite see the soap on the floor and so she stepped on it. The slippery soap took her leg flying in the air. As Sophia landed, she heard something crack…

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69977804-4e70-8329-9a00-4b45a911d144-13" data-testid="conversation-turn-474" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Sophia stood up from the table. “I’m going to the restroom,” she said, forcing a small smile.

"Sophia, our brand has completely exploded across the web! Look at this real-time follower growth metric—our numbers are on the absolute verge of overtaking Chloe Bishop's data!" Sophia’s mood had been exceptionally bright, but the exact millisecond her assistant’s lips uttered that comparison, her features dropped into a freezing, venomous scowl. "I am a professional entertainment artist," Sophia hissed, her voice dripping with pure ice. "Your office chooses to baseline my value against a corporate manager? Does your intellect calculate that the humiliation my system has harvested lately is insufficient?"

Chalk lines traced by children curved into one another, forming a single circle around the fountain. Then—interruption. A voice shouted from the crowd: “She’s a fraud! I saw Sophia in Guayaquil last night, demanding tribute!” Gasps rippled. Suspicion flared. Sophia raised her voice immediately. “Then bring the witness here. Let them speak. Let them touch the cloth.” A man stepped forward, eyes darting nervously. He reached for the cloth, pressed his hand to it—then froze. His story faltered, his words collapsing into silence. Raven moved swiftly, guiding him away.