Sapo On My Block Novels & Stories

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.

I explain and he nods. "I wouldn't dare hurt Noah, he's the only other boy that likes to watch Spongebob with me." I laugh at his statement and he frowns. "Don't judge, Spongebob is a classic and informative show." He says and I laugh again and he joins in. "I'm Sam Miller by the way. I am beta of this pack." He holds out his hand and I take it and shake it. "Hi sam, I'm Sophia Hale, but you can just call me Sof and I'm the rejected Luna apparently." I joke and he gives me a sad smile.

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.

Later, Maya went to the bathroom. Sophia followed. She waited outside. Checked her phone. Pretended to text. The door opened. Maya walked out. Sophia bumped into her. Soft. Apologetic. "Oh! I'm so sorry…" Maya looked at her. "It's fine. No problem." Sophia smiled. Warm. Friendly. "Are you having fun? I feel like I don't know anyone here." Maya smiled back. Polite. "Yeah, it's fun. My first party in a while."

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.

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.

Mango wanted to cry as she felt really unsettled deep down. Sophia became anxious when she saw Mango's reaction. "Don't cry! Mango, I'm really fine and it was just a choke." "However, Mango looked at her and asked as Sophia didn't answer her question straightforwardly, ""Auntie, be honest with me and tell me, did you already know about your body's condition?"""

The tears I've been gathering started dropping down “Hey , hey, it's not your fault” Sophia held me as I sobbed and she patted my head “If I see him I'll sucker punch him” she said I laughed ****

He opened the car and carry me in his arms. "Hmm...I'm liking this already. Let's just snuggled and watch some movies." "Sure, we can do that if you want." He carried me and put me down, once we reached the sofa. "Ice cream, chocolate, or popcorn?" He asked me while walking to the kitchen. "James baby, you're speaking my language now. Ice cream, please. I'm taking a quick shower first, you can pick the movie." Half an hour later we cuddled up in front of the TV freshly showered, ice cream in hand, and watching some zombie apocalypse. I was holding my breath every five seconds. "This is a very frustrating movie, James."

** **Sophia: The caption is some next-level gaslighting bullshit. **Me: I’m aware.** **Sophia: You okay?** Am I? I don’t even know anymore. **Me: I’m fine. At work. Can’t think about this right now.** **Sophia: Okay. But I’m coming over tonight with wine and terrible movies.** **Me: Deal.** I pocket my phone. Try to focus on the campaign brief in front of me. Target demographics. Engagement metrics. Things that don’t involve my ex-boyfriend parading his new relationship like a trophy.