Sofia The Worst Novels & Stories

When Sofia Russo arrived at the DropDead Casino, it was already 9:00 p.m. At a time like this, it was not safe for a fragile lady to be here alone and to add to the fact that this was Italy, a country controlled by gangsters, but she had no other choice as she had to make deliveries. If she had it her way then she wouldn’t have shown up. However, there was no other option. Life was not easy, she needed money for her daughter’s needs. She had to admit it was not easy being a single mother, but it was better than being stuck with a man.

Worthless now. Sofia stood by the bar, swirling a glass of red. She didn’t speak at first, just watched him smoke in silence. When she finally moved, her heels clicked sharply across the floor. “You lost,” she said simply. Russo’s gaze cut to her. “Not lost. Delayed.” “Bianchi chose her.” Sofia’s voice was edged with bitterness. “Livia. She walked in and—” Russo slammed his fist down, the glass rattling. “She humiliated me.” His voice dropped, cold and dangerous. “In front of a trembling rat I should have broken years ago.”

If the alpha could be punished by the elders, then who was Sofia? ‘’So you want to kill him using that unhinged beast? Sofia is Luna and she would never do anything that would tarnish the name of the alpha or drag the pack's name into the mud. How dare she order those things to kill her? She is not good for us, she should be killed. Her kind is not what we need and her kind is dangerous’’ Enzo did not like him instigating fear and hate into the minds of others. But one can only control his words and not that which came from the mouths of others.

Sofia has always been the most feared in the realm than Ciranda. Not only has she kept her identity under wraps for years and walked her way into the golden Coven, but mastering the arts of dark ways has been her aim, and with time she has grown to be the one every pack and kingdom feared. Now he understood why Ciranda had been reluctant to crown her, he did understand why he was reluctant to bend her to his will. Sarah has never been Sarah, they've never been any surah to begin with but Sofia. A creature both feared by the young and old. Turning and watching the kingdom which has lost its shine, 6 years was all it took for the land of blessed wolves to look like the facade of its usual self

Sofia then checks her watch. "Oh no. Look at the time. I'm late for work." Sofia says worriedly and rushes to her bag. "Won't you eat something first?" Asked Sarah. "No time for food. I got to go, bye." Sofia said. "Bye." Sarah replied. Just some few minutes after Sofia had left, Sarah went out for a walk. She sat on a bench in a park and seemed to be lost in her phone. Sofia works as a waitress in a very small restaurant and Sarah doesn't really have a job. She just goes to clubs at night and collects money from men that seemed to admire her.

I sneered. Sofia laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "Jealousy?" she scoffed. "Please. I’m not jealous of you, Dawn. I pity you. You think you’ve won because you have Rhys, but let me tell you something—you’ll always be second best. You’ll always be nothing." "You’re pathetic, Sofia," I said quietly, my voice trembling with rage. "You tried to take my life because you’re too weak to live your own. You’ll never be content. You’ll never be anything but a sad, bitter woman who couldn’t stand to see someone else happy."

I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me. “Can I weigh in?” A sweet voice from my side draws my attention from thoughts. Sofia tagged along with me today, and I’m happy to have her with me. She’s a sweet girl who is so naive. Sofia lives in a bubble and she believes in a fairytale that I want to tell her is real. However, she’s young. Freshly eighteen and totally clueless about the real world. Sofia is another example of the women in the mafia world. Sofia is surprisingly thrilled to have a baby, but she also believes it’s her only purpose. It’s upsetting to me because I realize how easily I could have been her if my father was still aliv

"My friendship with Sofia started when she was around eight. Carmen called me off and on through the years. The first time I spoke with Sofia, Carmen was high as a kite and passed out. Sofia picked up the phone. The saddest part... Sofia was only a little girl but her mother sprawled out and unconscious was a way of life. It barely fazed her. I had Sofia write down my number and told her to call me if Carmen wasn't awake the next morning. I didn't hear from either of them for six months. When Carmen called again, she had just received Sofia back from Social Services and swore she was off drugs for good. Sofia was in and out of foster care her entire childhood. Carmen never completely kicked

She walked thinking to herself “damn, if I knew it would be this easy to get to the road then I would have escaped long time ago. He is such a liar. I should have never trusted his words. I wish I had never fallen to that river. But wait a minute I was going to get medicine for my brother that day but why did I get to that river all of a sudden and fall. Something is very wrong; it must be him the Werewolf sire Jacob. I hate him for keeping me like a slave in his kingdom. No, don’t talk loud, no, don’t go there, no, you are not allowed to get that close to Jack. You are supposed to keep one meter distance with everyone. No, don’t touch that, no, don’t eat that. God, even my evil foster paren

Sofia mumbled and Joan frowned. “ I have a lot to get back to and a human to fight…I'm sorry girls” Sofia mumbled “ Human!! Who?” Minnie asked “ Aran Watson…Does it ring a bell” Sofia asked and Minnie nodded no. “ Yes” Joan rasped and Sofia faced her abruptly. “ What kind of person is he?” Sofia asked. “ He is a model but I heard he just opened a company, Wats…” “ Wats Entertainment” Sofia rasped “ Yeah…”