Sofia Carson Age Novels & Stories

She asked puzzling the man. " I am 31, I am a photographer, with a stable job and an owned house with some side small owned business as well. I can even shift here if that's what you're worries about," Sofia smiled at his thoughtfulness and eagerness. Something went through her heart but she shook her head. "I am 47 years old, and have a son 3 years younger than you." This shocked the man. He gaped at her with his wide black eyes and dropped jaw, she was afraid if he opened his mouth a little more it might touch the table.

I love how Adrian respected me to get me involved and even if he didn't need my permission, he still made sure to let me know. The chauffeur opened the back seat for Adrian and me to enter and opened the front seat for Jessica. "Sophia, you seem pretty young. How old are you?" Jessica asked as the drive began to drive. "I am twenty years old," I answered and she gasped. "Twenty years old? Wow, that's just two decades, and you are married at this age? How in love were you to decide that you are ready to spend the rest of your life with Adri," she said and the skin between my brows creased at the nickname she called Adrian with.

Chapter 1 Carla Simpson POV Hi I am Carla Simpson... I am 20 years old today so happy birthday to me... I am single and in no condition to change that, my past proves that... At age 13 my parents died in a plane crash, leaving me an orphan with a multimillion-dollar company which I would have to take over when I turn twenty which is today... I was taken in by my mother's little sister Nikita Brown and her husband Cole Brown.

She exclaimed and whilst he clothed himself with the robe, Oscar turned back to her. "Sofia Winters, Graduated from Emerson. You turn twenty three next month—" His voice reverberated the depths of her stomach as he took her former statement like a dare. "You have a degree in Accounting although you love writing. You used to write poems at thirteen about life and love. You're vegan although not for the entirety of your life and the scar on your right arm was from falling from the edge of your table in grade two" He continued.

“No, sir.” “How old are you, Sofia?” “Eighteen, sir.” My cock twitches, and my testosterone levels rise to dangerously absurd levels. “You can go, Carlos.” “Yes, sir.” Carlos slips out, closing the door behind him. My cock stiffens to full mast as I hear the latch click, signifying that Sofia and I are completely alone. The clothes she picked out at Saks are absolutely perfect on her. The skirt hugs her thighs and hips just right, showing off a breedable physique that makes me want to bend her over my desk and pump her little pussy full of my seed before sending her off to do the rest of her work for the day.

CELESTE'S POV Summer sunlight filled the garden as Sofia helped me arrange flowers on the table. She was home from college for the summer and looked more confident than ever. Twenty years old now, studying family law with real passion. Nico and Eli watched from the patio, drinks in hand, talking quietly about business. “Everything looks beautiful, Mom,” Sofia said. I smiled at her. “It feels good to have everyone together.”

My phone rang—Sofia's name flashing like a rescue signal. "Emily, thank God." Sofia's voice was tight and scared but trying to stay strong. "Please tell me you're seeing this garbage." "I'm seeing it," I said, feeling numb. "Sofia, how did they get those photos? We were careful—" "Doesn't matter how they got them now. What matters is that Carlos is having a news conference in two hours, and every big news company is getting ready to destroy you." Sofia's voice had the sharp sound of someone getting ready to fight. "Get dressed. We're going to war."

He's searching for his long-lost friend. • Sofia Reeds: This eighteen-year-old girl is the adoptive daughter of the Reeds couple. She has a gentle and loving approach towards most people. She's 166 cm tall (5'5 ft) and weighs 46 kg (102 lbs). MBTI type: ESTP. She's polite and respectful to everyone. Sofia easily makes friends and loves to assist Nathan during his dance practice. Favorite color: Cyan. Zodiac: Scorpio. She's fun-loving in nature. The girl always thinks of her actual family and the reasons, they left her behind. She considers Scarlet as her sister rather than a friend. Her short height never stops her from sticking up for her people. Her easy-going smile seems to pull Timothy i

“Lucas got expelled. They caught him with his civil law professor. In her office. On the desk. She is thirty-eight and married to the dean’s brother, Sofi. The scandal is everywhere. My Papá is threatening to cut him off completely if the press connects it to the family name. I am begging you. Let him stay with you for a few weeks. The Marbella house is empty anyway, and you are the only person I trust not to judge him.” Sofia’s heart slammed against her ribs. Lucas. The last time she saw him he was seventeen, all long limbs and shy smiles at Christmas dinner. She still pictured him as the little boy who used to fall asleep on her lap during movie nights, sticky fingers in her hair. But Carm

Mia began, trying to shake the sadness off, “how was camp? I’m sorry I missed the end of it. I couldn't pick you up myself.” Sofia tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It was great. But, Mom, you should know. I'm practically a grown-up now. I can travel on my own, you know." Mia blinked, her heart momentarily stalling. “Wait, what?” Sofia burst out laughing, her hands waving in the air as if she were explaining something obvious. “You heard me. I’m thirteen now, Mom. I’m practically a teenager-adult! I can do things by myself.”