Sofia And Hugo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sofia Moretti's sobs caught in her throat, and Theodore Aldridge's expression hardened. He yanked me aside and hissed under his breath, "Are you out of your mind, Dakota? Sofia just lost her baby! How dare you try to provoke her with money?" Disappointment and reproach burned in his eyes. Brushing off his hand, I looked past him, my gaze falling on Sofia lying on the bed. "Provoke her? Theodore, open your eyes. This is our home. That bed is meant for us.

“I want to know…so I guess that means I’m jealous.” I stopped my smile from showing and felt a rush of hope in my chest. That fortune really was bullshit. It was just a stupid story the gypsy made up for a couple of coins. I was seeing something that wasn’t there, losing sight of reality and focusing on stupidity. Sofia was mine. It would just take her some time to get there. “I’ve only been with you.” 16 Sofia

Before I can even look at Hugo or the others, they begin chiming in one after another, offering excuses, already packing up, all clearly eager to get started. I scoff softly to myself as they file out. “They’re all leaving?” I mutter under my breath. “How are they more serious than me, the owner of the show? Having a meal wouldn’t hurt.” “Excuse you.” Sofia’s voice cuts in dramatically. She pats her chest. “I’m still here. We haven’t left yet. And I’m very hungry. So does your buying us lunch still hold?” I look at her face and burst into laughter.

ALARIC'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I watched Sofia stir beside me, her breathing even, her features calm for the first time since this chaos began. She looked fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that stirred something primal within me. My mate. The word still sent ripples of emotion through me—protectiveness, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.

“It’s okay, Oscar. You’ll be fine—“ Sofia said and for a second, it felt like the first time things were fine between them. With the skies shining a crimson color and the winds gushing around them. Their hands in the right places and the synchronizing sound of their racing heart. Sofia had wanted to give him this hug for the longest of time and he really needed this. The embrace lasted a few minutes before Oscar drew away. The tears had dried in his eyes as he let his gaze fall upon her—it was like the first time all over again. He used a finger to sweep the strands of her brunette hair that fell between them as he remembered the words of his late father. There was nothing that told otherwis

On getting there, I had picked up dinner on the way for Sofia and I and after eating the dinner, we were in the bedroom when Sofia asked why we didn’t return to the condo we had existed before leaving for the club and I only asked her not to think about that, right before I was tugging her against me. Sofia still had the dress on and I pulled it off her really slowly, while taking in how stunning she looked. Sofia had been unsettled before we had arrived here at the condo and it was obvious that she still wasn’t settled right now, perks of me knowing how to read her really well now. I lifted her and discarded her on the bed, and then I sucked a mark into her left hip. “Arch your back for me,

During the trip, he thought of her. About Sofia, the stubborn scientist who didn't believe in anything she couldn't prove. The woman who laughed at his stories about UFOs, who looked at him as if he were an adorable madman, but who never underestimated him. The woman who would listen to him ramble about cosmic energy while handing him a coffee with skim milk and a ham croissant. "You're a beautiful contradiction, Sofia," he whispered to the fogged-up bus window. "And I still like you just as much as I did before."

Nora retorted, “Hey, isn’t Mr. Lovelace the only person who could represent you?” Sofia was putting on makeup for Nora. When she heard this, she tapped the tip of Nora’s small nose with a soft brush and said with a smile, “You’re wrong. How can I feel at ease to let him go out for dinner with a beautiful young girl like you? That would be too risky.” “Don’t you trust Mr. Lovelace?” Nora did not believe Sofia’s words at all. Milo and Sofia were famous for their affection for each other and Milo’s devotion to Sofia.

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

He chuckled and she shook her head. "So did you ask me out so you can have a date with your celebrity crush or it's a pure date?" Briella asked and Hugo didn't say a thing, he just looked at her with his chin resting on his knuckles. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Hugo asked and Briella's expression changed. "No don't get me wrong…" "It's fine." Briella forced a smile. "So you know, I have a mate." Hugo had a disappointed look on and she saw the disappointment vividly. "But… He's a rogue."