Sofia Carson Ethnicity Novels & Stories

‘Ironic, that the sea caused his death, in a roundabout way. ‘The sea didn’t cause his death. He died of a heart attack whilst at sea. Or more likely a broken heart. He missed your mother so much. We all did, Carrie. She was a wonderful woman,’ said Petros softly. Her mother had been a true Irish colleen, blue eyes and a tongue that could strike the bravest knave to his knees. She died in childbirth with her second child, leaving Carrie and her father devastated. Her father was a descendant from an eighteenth century Scandinavian family. His great, great, grandparents having moved and settled in southern Ireland, hence Carrie’s white-gold hair. The same hair that Alexis had run his fingers t

Why couldn't he see that? Sofia remained on the steering of her car crying her pain away. By the time she was done, all that was left was hatred and jealousy. If she couldn't have Ethan, then no one else would. That man belonged to her and no one else. She should be the one in his heart and not that stinking pig! Aria was not better than she was. Sofia had everything a woman had and more. She was beautiful, she was rich and she had status, what more could Ethan want?

"Let's get the introductions over. I promise you'll be comfortable here. And safe." Sofia releases Dax and comes around the car before I'm out. She takes my arm and helps me stand. Once I'm upright, she immediately pulls me in for a large hug. "I'm Sofia, the wife of that good-looking man who escorted you here. The naked imps are our twins, Masey and Jonathan," she says after releasing me. "I hear you have a baby." She peers into the car and then runs around the other side and throws open the door. She has Carson in her arms within a few seconds and Spanish bursts from her lips as she hugs him close. It reminds me that she's having another baby.

“You’ve given me a name. That doesn’t buy your son’s life.” Sofia’s eyes widened. “What? I told you what you wanted! Save Ethan and you must not tell Aiden the truth. Please, Cassia, I’m begging you.” Cassia slid the file back into her bag with slow precision, her expression unreadable. “In as much as I want to save your son… I can’t.” “What do you mean?” Sofia’s voice rose, shrill. Cassia’s eyes locked onto hers. “Ethan’s blood type is rare. Only a relative…someone truly close can be a match. And the only one who can save him is his father.”

Carlos seized her by the hair, his grip tightening as she cried out in agony. "Who told you to run? What are you trying to do? Call the cops?" "No! No," Sofia promised, out of breath and in pain. Her scalp and arm were hurting badly, and she thought her lungs would rupture from the futile run. "Don't ever try that. I would shoot you without thinking twice." "Kill me!" Sofia begged. It was better than having a chainsaw in her eyes. Carlos chuckled. He loved a fierce woman. But fierceness was only for women who wore suits and heels. Not those that wore lingeries on heels or nothing at all.

ALINA The morning of the ceremony was loud. I felt like some doll, being dressed for display. Mother kept touching my hair, trying to make sure everything was perfect. Valentina argued with the maids about my dress, and Sofia, Luca’s sister, sat beside me, watching everything with wide eyes. Sofia looked like an angel. She has blonde hair styled in large waves, beautiful blue eyes, a voice so gentle it barely became louder than the noise in the room. It was hard to believe she came from a Mafia family.

She probably felt her attire was inappropriate, as she removed the crown at some point. "Who's that woman?" Liam pointed at Vanessa and laughed. "Does she think she's here for a beauty contest? Why would she dress like that?" Sophia also asked, "I've always been curious. How did she and the woman beside her pass the preliminaries?" Elijah said, "That’s Vanessa Carson. Her father is Egbert, and her eldest uncle is Marcus. Her whole family holds essential positions in the country. It's normal for her to advance with her family background.

She placed a hand dramatically against her chest. "Wow." "What?" "I can't believe you've forgotten who I am." Marcus rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "No, seriously." She pointed at herself. "Do you still see me as that shy girl who followed Elena around campus?" "You did follow Elena around campus." "That's not the point." Marcus fought back a smile. Sofia leaned closer. "My cover got blown years ago, remember? I'm Sofia Alvarez. Daughter of Don Salvatore Alvarez." Marcus remained silent.

"My mother and I were just discussing your... interesting look. Where did you say you were from again? Philadelphia? What a quaint little city. Are you Greek?" "No," I answer for her, and Cara glances at me, clearly irritated, but doesn't speak up. "She's not Greek?" Sophia feigns surprise. "Then what is she? The girl looks almost..." "Italian," Anissa says, practically purring the word. "Yes, Cara is Italian," I say through my teeth. "Oh, wow, what a brave choice," Sophia says, putting both hands over her heard. "Marrying the enemy and all. I'm sure the captains will understand. Love is more important than the family, after all."

“Let’s get the introductions over. I promise you’ll be comfortable here. And safe.” Sofia releases Dax and comes around the car before I’m out. She takes my arm and helps me stand. Once I’m upright, she immediately pulls me in for a large hug. “I’m Sofia, the wife of that good-looking man who escorted you here. The naked imps are our twins, Masey and Jonathan,” she says after releasing me. “I hear you have a baby.” She peers into the car and then runs around the other side and throws open the door. She has Carson in her arms within a few seconds and Spanish bursts from her lips as she hugs him close. It reminds me that she’s having another baby.