Sofia Torres Sloan Novels & Stories

Tanya said, waving over her shoulder as Jessi rushed out of the room. ************************** Sofia packed little and took a flight to New Mexico. She booked a room at a resort beforehand and checked in once she got there. Then she freshened up and left for the cemetery, buying a bouquet on her way. 'Rosita Huerado' '1938 - 2018' Sofia's eyes brimmed with tears, and she dropped to her knees, letting the tears flow freely,

He was here, staring her down with hatred fire in his eyes, and with something else too. Dr Rhys stepped forward, seemingly not noticing the tension crackling through the air. "Everyone, this is Samantha Torres. She'll be joining our lunar geology team as a research assistant." He gestured toward Adrian. "And this is Dr Adrian Wolfe, our new senior planetary geologist. He'll be leading several key projects." A few polite nods rippled through the crowd, but most people were still staring at her with undisguised curiosity. "Dr Wolfe comes to us from—well, from an impressive background," Dr Rhys continued. "Published extensively, consulted on multiple NASA missions. We're fortunate to have him.

he told Isabella slowly and she looked at him shocked. She couldn't believe the man standing in front of her was the same man who used to do the trafficking of women and treat them like slaves. She tried to search any lie or bluffing in his eyes but couldn't find any. He extended the scissors towards her and she took it with her shaky hands. He gestured his men to remove the cover from the name of the NGO building and when Isabella saw it her eyes widened not believing her eyes. The name of the NGO was "ISABELLA FOUNDATION", she looked at him with her wide eyes and he simply passed her a small smile.

“I told her I ran into you… sot of… She’s been in Paris studying. She came home for our father’s funeral and Sofia’s wedding, but now she’s in Australia working for a friend of Alex’s, a businessman by the name of James Black.” “How is she?’ “You know Tori…” he said with a rueful twist to his mouth. “If there’s a party, she not only wants to be there but she wants to be the center of it. She wasn’t too keen about being packed off to Sydney but we all thought it best if she had some time in the real world. I just hope it irons out some of her willfulness. She has always been a little too independent for her own good.” She looked down at her hands for a moment.

Then the door opened again. Sandy Toriaga slipped inside, balancing a paper carrier with two takeout coffees and a small bakery bag. She froze when she saw both men, her dark eyes widening for a fraction of a second before softening into something gentler, more resigned. She was younger than Nikolai by almost a decade, slender, sharp-featured, with the same Toriaga cheekbones but none of the practiced hardness that had settled into the rest of the family. Her hair was pulled into a loose knot, and she wore a simple gray sweater over jeans, as though she’d come straight from wherever she’d been hiding out all night. “Oh,” she said softly, almost to herself. “I… didn’t expect both of you.”