Sofia Gigante Comics Novels & Stories

Gerald commanded and jumped in front of me like a frog placed in hot water. The two men groaned as they turned the safe around with their strength to reveal the writing at the back of it. My heart skipped a beat and tears filled my eyes. Gerald stretched out his hands to the safe and announced, "Viola! Can you see this?..." He read out the content to my hearing even though I silently did already. "For my beautiful Lil Baby, Sofia. The key to control the world as I did. You know the right pattern" And then there was Papá's signature below with his name 'Don Santino'

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Can you smell the ozone, Somito? It’s the scent of a city that has forgotten the taste of rain," Sofia said, her voice sounding like the chime of a heavy bell submerged in water. She stood at the edge of the final ridge, looking down upon the sprawling obsidian nightmare of Eldergloom. The Capital didn't just sit on the land; it looked like a black parasite burrowed into the earth, surrounded by walls that shimmered with a sickly, oily iridescence.

I replied. “Alright ma'am,” she dropped the tray on the table and walked away.. “I wonder what those two are talking about at the moment? I hope my father isn't having it out with Santoro at the moment…” my voice trailed immediately and my eyes caught sight of something. “What the hell is that?” My eyes descended and I picked up the magazine that came along with the coffee the maid brought. “Is that Sofia?” My eyes widened with shock. “What! Sofia Estaban, CEO of Estaban Global Conglomerate….” My voice shook as I read the article with my eyes brimmed with angry tears.

Andrea continued to rub medicine on the wounds on her body, "I heard your grandfather mention your name before." "You know my grandfather?" Sofia looked at her, a little curious and a little excited. Andrea laughed softly, “Yes." Mr Vega and her grandmother were siblings.She once heard her Grandma say that Grandpa Vega’s granddaughter, Sofia, was gifted and smart, and was very much loved by Mr Vega.Sofia was sent abroad to study since she was a child. Andrea had once went to the Vega family house, but she had never saw this girl, so she didn't recognize her, but tonight in the underground auction house, she saw that her martial arts path was familiar, and was puzzled at the time.

“We have a pop star, a reformed mafia boss, a retired enforcer, a reformed manwhore, and a literal miracle baby all in one room. If anyone should be narrating this, it’s me.” “You’re not narrating anything,” Sofia says, but she’s smiling. I let myself smile back. “We can get you a mic if you really need one.” “Oh no,” Giovanni mutters under his breath. “Don’t encourage him.” Too late. Sofia loops her arm through mine and tugs me further in. “Come sit. Do you like red sauce? If you say no, I might cry.” “I’ll eat anything that doesn’t move,” I reassure her. “And even then, it depends how hungry I am.”

Leonardo's fingers gently intertwined with Sofia's as they embarked on the somber journey. The car came to a halt, and Leonardo remained steadfast by her side, his grip on her hand unwavering. The solemn atmosphere of Ricci's graveyard enveloped them, and as they stepped out of the vehicle, their bodyguards formed a protective ring around them, a visible shield against the world. As they stood before the grave, Sofia's eyes were drawn to the engraved name of her grandmother, Lady Valentina Ricci, accompanied by the dates that marked her existence in this world. A wave of melancholy washed over Sofia as she took in the reality of her grandmother's passing.

Giovanni said as he charged towards her again, but Sofia dodged it as she pulled out a small knife a slushed Giovanni on his right arm. “Bring it on!” Sofia shouted. Giovanni examined his arm and smirked at her as he advanced quickly. “I have been holding back but not anymore because you just blooded my custom-made suit.” Giovanni came towards her, and they began fist fighting. Sofia was holding out well until his knife slushed over her right eye.

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."

I fiddled with my fingers at the question as the memories of last night rushed into my head. My cheeks flamed up when Roman threw a glance at me before he cleared his throat, "That's a topic for another day. So, is the draft ready?" "Yeah, it is. One second," Damien rummaged through the files on his desk, "Aha! Here it is." He handed Roman a piece of paperwork. Without glancing through it, Roman gave it to me and I swallowed as I collected it and read through the terms which went thus; Miss Sofie Diaz will be paid a sum of ten million dollars in total by Mr Roman Giovanni. Half of the money would be wired to her immediately the contract is signed and the remainder will be paid after the cont

Sofia knew she needed to run away, so she turned her back and was about to walk off when he suddenly called her. “Sofia!” She could hear the sounds of his footsteps approaching and then she felt a hand grabbing her wrist, stopping her track. She turned around and looked at Jacques who looked like he just ran a marathon. He was running out of breath and looked at her with a serious gaze. “You’re Sofia, right? Sofia De Laurent.” He asked; Sofia was not sure how she was supposed to answer that. When she was Gilda, she could easily deny it but this time, denying it would be difficult.