Sofia Valdez Novels & Stories

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

They were leaving important information everywhere they went. My thoughts were cut off when someone barged into my office. "Sofia!" Of course, it had to be the one and only Diego Garcia. "Diego, stop being so loud." I say. "Sorry," He says, "But you wouldn't believe what happened." "What?" I ask, giving Diego my full attention. God knows if I didn't, he would throw a trantum. "Valentino kissed me, AND he asked me on a date!" Diego tells me. I could visibly see his shaking with excitement and joy.

Steam rose from forgotten coffee cups while people hunched over their screens, lost in their digital worlds. "This is Val," Sofia said, sliding into the booth next to me. Her voice sounded normal, but I could hear the worry underneath. "She's really good at finding things people try to hide." Val looked up for the first time, showing eyes like green ice and a face that could have been twenty-five or forty—the kind of timeless look that comes from living completely under electric lights. "I work with money crimes," she said quietly. "I help people get back money that was stolen from them."

I tell everything if what’s the truth and Kade also, but I don’t get why Sofia still keeps hating and avoiding me until now. Yes, Sofia is my close cousin. She’s the daughter of mr. Diego Valderrama who is my dad’s sibling and mrs. Lea Adler Valderrama, who is his wife. Sofia actually has a sibling which is Kleo, who is younger than her. And unfortunately, Kleo already passed away when he was two years old because of pneumonia. That’s why, after this saddest story of Sofia’s life, she almost treats me like her sibling-like Kleo. She became close to me not just as a cousin but rather as her friend also.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

The boy she remembered had become a young man, though the seriousness in his dark eyes was the same. Beside him stood two girls. The younger one—Sofía, nine years old now—shifted from foot to foot as if she could barely contain herself. The middle child, Valeria, twelve, stood half a step behind Daniel. Her fingers had already reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. She watched Bobby and Miguel with cautious, searching eyes, chewing nervously on her lower lip as if weighing whether hope was safe. For a long moment no one moved. Then Sofía suddenly gasped.

He asked her and my gaze shifted towards her. “Completely,” she replied without hesitation. “I’ve memorized everything I could, gained access to whatever I needed, and I’ve tracked her movements for months. Sofia Estaban has vulnerabilities, routines, relationships.” “She’s predictable in ways most people wouldn’t notice. I know where she hesitates, where she fears, who she trusts, and the strategies she relies on to protect her position. I can provide you everything.” She glared as she spoke. Her words were precise, clinical even, but the venom underneath was unmistakable. I could feel it like a living thing, coiling in the room, curling around my chest and squeezing.

“You should change it up. You’re getting predictable.” Luca gave a small, surprised smile. “Maybe I like predictable.” Sofia rolled her eyes. But she didn’t leave the table. Valentina watched from across the island. She didn’t sit with them every time some mornings she stayed standing, hands wrapped around her own mug, giving Sofia space. But Sofia began glancing at her more often. Not with anger. Not with warmth either. Just… acknowledgment. One Tuesday, Sofia looked up from her phone. “Val. You still working at that café downtown?”

Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess. Sofia pushed back hard some days. Tried to escape twice. Both times he caught her, spanked her ass raw, then fucked her so good she cried from the pleasure. One night he took her upstairs to a bigger room with windows. Showed her the files on every woman. The messages they’d sent after choosing to stay. Proof they were happier, freer, more themselves than they’d ever been. Sofia read

It was also a bit surprising because she didn't force Natasha anymore but I hope she continues like that. "What about dad? How is he?" I diverted the topic by asking how dad is in the States. I wiped my lips using a tissue. "He's good, sweetie," she answered back without glancing at me. I didn't know what she was thinking about right now but I hope it is not against Angela. I love her. "Oh! I have to go! I have a client meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Salcedo today!" she exclaimed as if she had almost forgotten. She put down the fork and knife and then got up from her seat. She took a glance at her wristwatch.