Sofia Valdez Novels & Stories

I said as I rolled my eyes at him knowing fully well that his crazy mind thought something else took place in the room. " oh k.... Yeah, what's made you cranky when you guys arrived?" he asked as my facial expression changed to a frown as I once again remembered how that Scemo {fool} had his hand all over her. "Valentino ha incasinato. Ha molestato Sofia e poi gli ho quasi fatto saltare il cervello dalla testa muta. { Valentino messed up. He harassed Sofia then I almost his fucking brain out of his dumb head" I growled out as I honestly didn't want to talk about it or replay that shit in my head again

Chapter 15 – The Woman They Didn’t See The hot water fell over her shoulders like a silent waterfall, but it couldn't wash away the cold nesting in her chest. Sofia stood in the shower, motionless, eyes closed and head bowed, as if the steam could erase the echo of the images seared into her retinas. A white robe. A lace babydoll. A sunrise filtering through the city skyline. And Valeria Montesino. With her hollow smile and her poisonous caption: “After the passion comes the rest.”

she asked. “Maybe your Alpha hit his head and decided that it would be right to punish me?” I asked, giving her a sarcastic smile. “Serena,” she said, and the tone in her voice made it clear she was not amused. “Whatever freedom he has allowed you does not mean you can speak about him however you please. If anything, this is a blessing. Other girls would kill to be in your place.” “Then please, by all means have them kill me and get this over with.” I said, rolling my eyes. Helena pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly not liking where the conversation was going.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

Based on what I'd been able to gather so far, he had now gone public with Sofia, and their pictures graced almost all the popular blogs, with most people adoring them and calling their relationship cute. I had also found out that Sofia, whose full name was Sofia Denzel, was a highly influential model and brand ambassador of many luxurious brands. Her father also owned Denzel group, a conglomerate in the United States. Although there were many articles that claimed Eduardo had been married and divorced, the pictures of his ex-wife, who I assumed was me, was not shown in any of them. A mix of pain and anger gnawed at my heart as I opened the comments section under one of them and read some of

"He's a changed man, Leo. He is no longer the cousin that kidnapped me to hand me over to your archenemy." He laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Then who is he?" "The cousin that has been helping me. I'd almost certainly be dead by now without him," I replied. "Helping you do what exactly?" he asked. "Help his sister," I said. Leo stared blankly. "Max doesn't have a sister." I shook my head, "After Milo Megestanis died, his mate had an affair with a man named Roberto Benedetta and had a daughter called Milly-"

The head in the video laughs loudly and says, “The love of the Moreno family is always suicidal. Now decide, Lucas—will you save Sofia, or will that bio-bomb little Sofia explode in your arms?” I run toward little Sofia’s room, but before I reach the door, I see that little Sofia’s eyes have turned completely red. In a mechanical tone she begins to speak, “Target identified. Sofia Moreno… destruction sequence initiated. 10… 9… 8…”

I say. "Me too." Irina says. "She's probably at a spa." Irina says irritated. "What about you Sofia? Heard from colleges yet?" Rafael asks Sofia. "Yeah I have heard from 3." She says. "Which ones?" Irina asks. "I got into NYU, Yale and Princeton." Sofia says. "Wow that's amazing. Do you know which one you're going to?" Rafael asks. "Not yet." She says. "You and Noah are exactly alike, he hasn't chose which one he wants to go yet." Irina says.

“Can I have some marshmallows?” Sofia squinted at Val. The girl was eleven years old and obsessed with chemical reactions, so there was plenty of reason to suspect that Val was not going to eat the marshmallows that she’d just requested. More than likely the final result would involve a sticky mess on the floor of her bedroom or a plume of smoke coming out the window. “What are you going to do with them?” Sofia asked. “Um,” Val said, the toe of her sock tracing a pattern on the floor. “Just, you know, some experiments.” “Experiments,” Sofia said flatly. “Do these experiments involve fire?”

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”