Sapo On My Block の小説・ストーリー

AUTHOR’S POV Sophia stood near the bathroom door, looking back at her mate. She wiped her hands with the tissue and casually tossed it onto the floor before opening the door to leave. "Wait, don't go!" he shouted, clutching his bleeding nose. "I didn't mean to harass you. I'm sorry," he apologized, blood still oozing from his nose. Sophia chuckled, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, you will be sorry," she replied in a sarcastic tone and walked out of the room, leaving her mate behind. Soon after, Ezra and Henry entered the bathroom.

He gave her space, didn't ask intrusive questions, didn't hover. But that was the problem. The apartment felt like a waiting room—two people occupying the same space, careful not to touch, not to get too close, not to make this arrangement feel like anything more than what it was. Temporary. On the fourth morning, Sophia's phone buzzed while she was brushing her teeth. She nearly dropped her toothbrush. An email. From Vertex Media. Her heart hammered as she wiped her mouth and opened it, her hands trembling. Dear Ms. Reyes,

- That's good, now I'm holding you in my hand, one misstep from you, I'm destroying you, I'm destroying your reputation in a second, the ball is in your court, be you and your dirty friend you leave us alone we keep your secrets either otherwise everyone will know that first you sleep with men,Segundo you sell drugs, you understood correctly, answer me IS WHAT YOU ME DID YOU UNDERSTAND? - Yes I took - It is very bad man, now, it is the hegira for you. Sophia takes a syringe out of her bag and Doudou was immediately scared. - What are you doing here ? -I'm sending you to hell

I chuckled when I discovered she blocked me without giving a reply. I collected Leo's phone and sent another message. ~Little Sofie, enjoy while it lasts because I'm finding you soon. I sent it to her again and she replied immediately, knowing who it was. ~It will be fun to see you try dickhead. She blocked the number again! "It's going to be a long day tomorrow so rest well" I said to Leo handing over his phone to him. °°°°°° Sofia woke up to various voice talking and she decided to go check who Monk Martin was chatting with.

Loana lamented. "Sorry, babe." Sophia said to her. "Can I have yours? I will double the amount of the bag." Loana negotiated. "No, babe. That's my dream bag." Sophia declined her offer. "Selfish pig?" Loana snarled at her. I think I made a mistake by calling Loana. "Me? Pig? You are a donkey!" Sophia fired back. "Sorry, giraffe!" "Hyena!" Sophia laughed. "What? All animals but not hyena!" Loana cried out.

Will_the_devil 1) WORST APOLOGY OF THE YEAR 2) I WAS BEING STARIGHTFORWARD TOO 3) WHAT DOES SHIP MEAN HERE? I_pooped WOAH... I HONESTLY FEEL BAD FOR YOU. YOU ARE SO INNOCENT AND DUMB. :( Will_the_devil ... I_pooped BUT, NO FEAR WHEN SOPHIA IS HERE. I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL HELP YOU. Will_the_devil OH, HOW GENEROUS. I_pooped NO REALLY. TIME FOR YOUR EDUCATION. THE REAL ONE. Will_the_devil

Sophia asked doubtfully. “Yes, that's me. You have blocked my number. So I had no other way but to call you through a new number. What did you think? That I will not be able to trace you?” Sophia ignored his words. “Why does your voice sound different? Are you drunk?” “My boss is a dick. He has a heart incapable of love.” Saul kept repeating her words to Dori. “So you had all the time been tracking my phone while I thought you were a gentleman who would give me complete privacy.” Sophia countered Saul in ire.

Sophia said, still laughing at my reaction. "I hate you," I said, sticking my tongue out at her, making her laugh even harder for a few more minutes before she regained her composure, 'I'm going to sell her on the black market one day.' I thought as a small smile played on my face as I formulated my plan in my head. "Let's dig in before the food gets cold," Sophia said as we all dug into our meals, and as we continued talking about ourselves, Austin spoke up while his face was still stuffed with food, saying, "This sauce is the bomb, Sophia."

They settled toward him the way objects settle toward solid ground. It was a Thursday evening, two days after the board had gone into emergency session, two days after the largest single acquisition had cleared through Crest Lane without a sound. Noah was at Sophia’s for the night, a sleepover that had been his idea and Sophia’s enthusiastic agreement and my quiet gratitude because I had known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I needed the apartment to be still tonight.

I argued, “that I wouldn’t have begged her if I wasn’t genuine.” My mother just sighed. I sighed, trying to calm my thoughts. Fine. If talking to her was what it took, then I would do just that. Calling Sophia I grabbed my phone and quickly found her number. I pressed dial. Straight to voicemail. Frowning, I tried again. Same thing. I lowered the phone, my fingers tightening around it. “She blocked me,” I muttered, stunned. My mother’s brows raised slightly. “She actually blocked me,” I repeated, more to myself than anyone else.