Sofia Sloan Torres Novels & Stories

Sofia, I'm eagerly awaiting your updates from Spain! Sofia stood tall and confident, her sun-kissed skin radiating a vibrant glow that caught the eye of everyone in the room. Her perfectly applied makeup accentuated her striking features—high cheekbones, full lips, and bright eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm. She wore a pair of chic Marc Jacobs jeans, priced at an impressive two hundred dollars, that clung to her curves with a perfect balance of comfort and style. The rest of her outfit—a crisp white blouse tucked elegantly into her jeans—was completed with sleek, pointed-toe heels that added a touch of sophistication to her overall look.

No one arrived from abroad and bought a hospital as if it were nothing without having power, money, and influence. “Tell me a little about yourself, Sofi,” he said as he merged into traffic. “I know you’re a doctor, but I don’t know much else.” “Although I doubt you don’t know who I am, I’ll tell you,” I replied, looking out the window. “I’m Sofía Adams, a cardiologist, wife of Matt Stone, one of the most famous and successful businessmen in the country. I’ve been married for several years and live on the outskirts of the city with my husband and the household staff.”

I was deadheading the orchids on the deck when Michael approached, his usual stoicism replaced by a look of profound unease. “Mrs. Gonzalez,” he said, his voice low. “There’s a… a young woman here to see you. She says her name is Sofia. Sofia Morales.” The name sent a jolt through me. Morales. Isabella’s name. “Is she alone?” I asked, setting down my shears. “Yes. And she’s… distressed.”

She has broad and infectious, revealing a natural warmth that is mirrored in her expressive, dark eyes. “I'm sofia,” Sofia introduced herself next, with a slur in her tone. Sofia is a stunning Mexican woman with a captivating, curvy figure. She has rich, olive-toned skin that's smooth and luminous. She had dark, expressive eyes and a cascade of glossy, raven hair that completed her striking look. "I'm Stella," I said softly, offering a small smile to the four women. "It's nice to meet all of you. If you don't mind me asking, how did you all start working here?" I asked, looking at no one in particular.

"Like you're remembering something good instead of calculating billable hours." Red creeps up her neck. Sofia Rodriguez—who negotiates six-figure settlements without breaking a sweat—is blushing. "Oh my god." I twist in my seat. "You're seeing someone." "I'm not—" She cuts herself off. Focuses on the road with excessive concentration. "It's new. I'm not ready to talk about it." "How new?" "New enough that I'm terrified I'll jinx it by saying his name out loud." My best friend. The woman who's never been scared of anything. Who cross-examines opposing counsel for sport and wins.

Today is Sofia's first ultrasound and I can't help remembering the last day I had with Savannah. This is bittersweet and Sofia understands. Dr. Andreas walks in the room and takes a seat by Sofia. She's an older Latina doctor in her sixties and Sofia loves her. She wanted a doctor who would be accepting of our lifestyle. I wasn't happy when the doctor said Sofia could ride on the back of my bike with a helmet for as long as she was comfortable. No, not happy at all.

he asked me from where he lay. “She's a doctor. A human doctor,” I replied, my eyes meeting his, quick enough to see the shock that crossed through it. “She was the doctor I met some time ago when Grannie was sick, but I haven't seen her in almost a year.” Giovanni took a moment to digest my words. “What does she want with you, or me?” His voice was small, and I barely made out his words. Dr Sofia clapped her hands excitedly. “I'm so glad you finally asked. Selene and her friend, I'm a scientist. My team and I recently started researching endangered species when I came across something spectacular, extraordinary, just out of this world.”

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

Her stylish fitted blazer and pencil skirt spoke of sophistication, but her hesitant steps betrayed uncertainty. “Mr. Moretti,” she greeted, her tone wary. Lorenzo gestured toward the screen showing Mia. “She’s a student of yours, correct?” Sofia nodded slowly. “Yes… she’s one of our new scholars.” He folded his hands on the desk. “If anyone comes looking for her, friends, family, I want you to tell them she’s on a sudden international assignment for a prestigious designer.” His voice was smooth but firm. “Make it sound exciting, convincing.”

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.