Sofia Cedric Novels & Stories

But by the time I finished, her face had turned red with anger. “That dickless idiot!” I blinked. “Sofia...” "No, let me finish because I have been waiting for years to say this.” She crossed her arms, "That man has treated you terribly, and you still spent years chasing after him. I honestly wanted to shake you sometimes.” I laughed softly. “You’re not wrong.” "Of course I’m not wrong.” She leaned back. “And Celine is worse.” My smile disappeared. Sofia continued furiously. “That sweet little innocent act of hers makes me sick. Everyone thinks she is perfect, but I have seen the way she looks at you when nobody else is watching.”

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the estate kitchen. Celeste stood at the counter pouring coffee while Sofia grabbed a piece of toast. At thirteen now, Sofia moved with the easy confidence of a girl who knew she was loved. She had her mother’s sharp eyes and a mix of her fathers’ determination. “Mom, I finished the outline for my project,” Sofia said, sliding onto a stool. “It’s about how families like ours can still be stable. I used real examples but changed the names.”

She wants to talk. Celeste drives to meet her. She comes home that evening, quiet but not sad. "She needed to be heard," Celeste says. "Did you hear her?" "I tried." "That's all anyone can do." --- Winter is coming. Sofia is eleven now — nearly a teenager, with opinions and moods and a fierce sense of justice. She argues with Celeste about homework, about screen time, about the shape of the future. "She's challenging," I say. "She's strong."

“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.

With a deft kick, he had the skateboard in his hand. “You must be my new sister-in-law. I heard you did some pretty impressive job of pissing off my brothers,” he chuckled, chewing a bubblegum. I lowered my head even further. “I am Cedric. Nice to meet you. I always try to piss them off. But nothing works on them. From bang! Shooting at them, poisoning them, stabbing them, bombing their cars. I have tried everything. Literally everything you can think of. But they never fall into my trap. Haha. But it hasn’t even been a day since you arrived and you’ve done the job pretty well. You broke their unity. I like you already. Friends?”

“She’s also dangerous when provoked. You should know better than to test her.” “Who are you really?” I ask Sofia again, my gaze unwavering. Sofia's smirk widens, and she leans casually against the tree, her confidence undeniable. “Sofia Moretti,” she says smoothly. “Carter's... colleague.” She pauses, letting the words hang in the air. “And yes, I work for certain... government agencies.” Her eyes sharpen as she studies me, her gaze hardening slightly. “Sofia Moretti... You work for the Ricci mafia family, huh? You were at my wedding with Vincent, weren't you?” I ask, frowning, realizing she's the same woman who attended my wedding when I was married to Vincent, my stupid ex-husband.

Clark thumped a foot on the floor "I know what to do, call Finn and Jace, we're going to perform at Lilian birthday party" "Lilian Garrett?? Sofia's friend?? "Yeah, and I have a reason for that cos I need to stop all this trash that is going on" "Are you sure you can do this?? "Why not?? Keith said and stood up .. .. Darcie was in Sofia's room looking at her while she brush her hair, Sofia move to the vanity mirror, raised her Chin and looked at Darcie through the mirror " My friend is celebrating her birthday today so I want you to escort me" she said and continue brushing her hair gently

Sa sobrang dalas kasing magkasama ang dalawa parang nahahawa na si Sofie sa kabaklaan nito. Sofie is a Chemistry student who's in love with make-up and perfumes. Mahilig siyang mag-experiment ng ibat-ibang kulay sa mukha ng mga tao and she creates signature scents na talaga naman para sa kanya ay may future ito sa larangang napili. Kung siya nga ang tatanungin at papipiliin ng sariling make-up artist ay ito ang first choice niya. She is a very creative person pero simple lang ito mag-ayos sa sarili. Mas gusto kasi nitong i-apply ang talent sa iba, but nevertheless she's pretty enough even without make-up.

Maia concluded as she threw the extinguished sparkle in the trash can and turned to leave. Just as she was about to leave, he confessed. “Even if there’s nothing left, as long as I’m alive, I’ll always have your back.” This was his promise to her. Maia came to a halt as she was surprised by his earnest tone. She took a deep breath, clenched her hands tightly into fists and said, “I don’t need anyone to have my back.” Maia rejected him and left without turning back. At that moment, a few female artists started to gather around Cedric, including Fiona. She was wearing a sheer top with her bikini showing under it. She walked toward Cedric and addressed him sultrily.

Sofia straightened like she was forced into a certain controlled mannerism “Mama, this is Tracey. Luca’s fiancée.” The word seemed to sour the air. The woman’s lips pressed into a thin line “Fiancée,” she repeated slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “Yes mama,” Luca said firmly. “This is Tracey.” She studied me, eyes flicking down to the stain on my dress. “How… sudden.” I forced a polite smile. “Hello Ma. It's a pleasure to meet you” I stretched a hand forward. She didn’t smile back. “I see.” Sofia cleared her throat. “She had a little accident outside. I was just helping her clean up.”