Sofia Cedric Novels & Stories

“You’re mine now. And you’ll stay that way.” His words cut through me like glass. My chest hurt so bad I could hardly breathe. “I’ll sign,” I finally whispered, defeated. “Just promise you won’t hurt him. Promise me, Luca.” He didn’t respond immediately. He just stared at me, like he was trying to see through my soul. Then he nodded once. “He’ll live. But don’t ever try to run, Sofia. If you do… he dies.” I picked up the pen with trembling fingers. My name looked strange and weak on the paper — Sofia Ricci . That was the moment I felt my freedom slip away.

Cedric said and Felicia bristled. Zoey. Cedric's little 'pet' nickname for her. Of all the things Felicia hated about Cedric, she liked this least of all. She didn't even look like Felicia Swift more like Avril Lavigne if she were forced to pick. Felicia didn't like Swift's music, either. Or, really, anything about the poppy, overly popular blonde. But since she was named Felicia , that was enough for Cedric. Thus with Zoey.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Seriously, what was with them? "And who is she?" The lady raised his brow at me. "Beatriz, I told you before we arrived, she's Franklin's stepdaughter, Sofia Sulivan." "Oh, I see." She shrugged before she faked a smile. "Hi, Sofia, nice to meet you." Franklin cleared his throat. "Sofia, this is mister and misis Keating---" "Oh just call me Pia." "Call me Benedict," the old man said. "And this is Beatriz, their lovely daughter," Franklin added.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

Sarah smiled mysteriously, "An offer to help you find out about Selena. I know a lot about everything your team doesn't know. I can see what you guys are up to." Cedric remained silent, letting Sarah continue. However, he was annoyed that Sarah could quickly discover everything he was doing. "I'm sure I can provide deeper insight. We can work together, Cedric. I know you want to know more," Sarah said with a smile that still looked mysterious. Cedric looked at Sarah, contemplating for a moment before finally replying, "I already know many things. Your offer is not needed." Sarah smiled widely, "Of course, Cedric. But, you know, I am always there for you. Feel free to look for me if you chang

ALESSANDRA After waiting for several days, Cortez finally returned with news about his investigation. According to him, Sofia was an orphan from the city of San Remo who snuck out the country illegally through a stowaway. She was then caught by a prostitute smuggling ring and worked for them for four years before she met Giovanni, who paid for her freedom. “Are you sure that's all you have about her?” I asked Cortez. A wave of desperation and helplessness gripped my heart when I discovered he had brought nothing useful like I'd hoped.

Deangelo interrupted madam Beatrice sternly and that immediately shut her her insensitive ass up. Sofia remained on the floor pleading while crying profusely hut it seemed like the alpha have had enough of her whining because the next thing we heard was a voice that seemed to thunder, “GET OUT! NOW!” Even before Luca got to the study, obviously to get the people put of his alpha’s office like he wanted, madam Beatrice was already out followed by Sofia herself. Without saying a thing, Sofia walked into her room and in the next minutes, she was back outside with her packed bag. Her face was downcast and her eyes were rimmed so red, it would be very obvious for anyone to tell that she had been