Novelas y relatos de Sofia Sloan Torres

Sofia said, taking the pan to the fire. "I do not think it is any of the boys." "And you are right about that." A voice spoke from the kitchen entrance. "Oh my God." Sofia exclaimed from where she stood, then stretched her hand to her side, turning off the gas cooker. I was a prisoner, but before I lost my freedom, I had seen this woman's face consistently for a while. Laila Frost… well, not Frost anymore, Cole's ex wife. She was not just a wife or a divorcee. She was the CEO of Sparktech, a leading tech company and she also managed some of Cole's hotels she got from the divorce.

Everyone was staring at her, and she tried to smile. "Hello, I'm Sofia Spurling. I'll be prosecuting the case against Jon McCrae. I promise I won't take too much of your time." Natalia was the only one that smiled at her, and she couldn't help feeling slightly bad about her intentions.

She felt her pulse beating in her temples, her throat tight. Then they announced the special guest. “To present one of the diplomas for this graduating class,” the chancellor said, “we are joined by Dr. Sofía Rojas de Castell, president of the Light to See Again Foundation, alumna of this university, and internationally recognized leader in ophthalmology.” Mía looked up suddenly. She hadn’t known. She had no idea. Her eyes found her brother Ayden, who winked at her knowingly. Sofía had kept the secret until the very last second, wanting that moment to be the final gift for her daughter.

Octavia scoffed, giving her a deadly glare. "Who knows what would happen sister, you did hit the guy." With that said, she laughed.. walking in to the meeting room. They were two elder men in the room and a younger man in the room.. What the hell did this Handsome man do to Sofia that made her hit him? He was handsome with his tuxedo suit on. "Good day Gentlemen." She greeted, as she walked in to the room and took her seat. "Miss Octavia Mondragon, the nation's best model and heiress of the Mondragon Enterprises. You are so hardworking, giving two great businesses a go." The first elderly man said, giving her a nod of approval.

A woman. Sophia

A glare set her straight. With Sofia out of sight, I could feel the irritation rising in me again. Not just at the child but at everything. The current recurring pattern of failed business deals, the blacklisting, and Bianca’s stubbornness. And then there was Toria. The woman had wormed her way into my life, all glamour and entitlement without any of the care Bianca had once given me. Speaking of which, where was Toria? She had no job except being my wife. She was supposed to be watching Sofia and her younger sister too.

He was nineteen now, strong and sure, with a quiet confidence that reminded me of Vovó Celeste. "You've taught him well," Joana said. "He's taught himself." "What's the difference?" "I just pointed. He did the work." --- Miguel brought his girlfriend to the garden one afternoon. Her name was Sofia — not named after Tia Sofia, just a coincidence, but it made my heart catch anyway. She was studying botany at the university, passionate about native plants, about restoring the land. "This place is incredible," she said, walking through the rows. "It's ordinary."

Three dots appeared instantly. SOFIA: WHAT WOMAN. Me: Rosa. A full ten seconds passed. Then— SOFIA: THE Rosa??? SOFIA: Public dating rumor Rosa??? SOFIA: OH MY GOD.

she said, revealing a nice set of teeth. I stared at her for a moment, trying to ascertain who she was. "I'm Sofia Lopez, a representative of the PRO department," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. Her beauty caught my eye as I shook her hand slowly. "There will be no meeting; my presence is enough," she said, turning to the board of directors. "Good day, ladies and gentlemen." They all nodded, clearing their throats.

Dax 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.