Sofia Valdez Novels & Stories

I knew that she used sunscreen, many times I had helped her to put on her shoulders, but the sun had left its trace on her, making her even more beautiful if possible, although I knew that her skin tone was very white just like mine, but unlike her, I exposed myself to the sun very little and my skin looked pale and sick. Livie broke eye contact when she heard someone calling her before she headed to that place, I followed her with my gaze towards where she was going, noticing how she froze when she met Daniel Gómez, the basketball team captain, and although I wasn’t short with 7’10, it could be said that Daniel was more than five inches taller and he was considered a dwarf in front of the r

“Celeste, that wasn’t very nice to say.” “My apologies, Sofia.” Val finally turned and looked over her shoulder at the woman who appeared. “I heard there was a wedding discussion and thought I would come. You know, help the couple in love to find their happily ever after.” Val could do nothing but stare at the woman. “Well, if you want to join us, Celeste, I’m sure Valentina wouldn’t mind another head for ideas; besides, you know Vinny just as well,” Sofia offered as she waved for another chair to be brought over.

I tell her, bracing myself for the part that came next. "Even signing a contract with his partner, in return I had to be friends with his daughter", Camila's eyes still stared at me, waiting. How is she so invested in me tonight?. She's been invested in me a lot of times, but this one was different. And just staring back into her eyes and falling into her gaze, I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling all over my body. "Let me guess, you fell in love" Camila nods, "I remember her, Brooke Simmons, teen magazine's most beautiful asset" she says with an eye roll, whoa.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Now I know why he couldn't pick my call earlier. *********** My mouth is in my palms when I say, "Oh my god." The two of them break the embrace but they remain covered in the sheets, as if covering their nakedness is the most important thing to them right now. "Sofia?" Edward says, his face morphing into a world of confusion. "Sofia?" adds Timothy, as if he cannot believe that it's me and needs to repeat the name. I avert my eyes. "I can't believe this!"

All the people she could rely on were going to be fighting at the same time. The coach started rattling out the names of the expert fighters, and at the fifth name, her opponent, the coach paused. She looked over at Coach Baxter and saw the glee on his face as he said the last name. “Alpha Ezekiel Michelson.” She would have heard a pin drop in the arena if her head wasn’t swimming so much. Zeke stepped in, larger than life, but she could see two of him. And then three. The whistle blew. And that was the last thing she remembered before retching her guts out on the ring mat and then passing out in her own vomit.

“This isn’t beige.” “It’s adjacent to beige.” “It’s cream.” “Sofia.” Valentina lowered the dress and gave her a look. “I love you. This is an intervention.” Sofia laughed. The real one — not the polished careful version she sometimes used when she was thinking about something else entirely. The one that came from somewhere unguarded and made her eyes do that thing where they went warm all the way through. Valentina had been collecting evidence of that laugh all morning like someone building a case.

Sofia looked at me. “She looked like you.” My heart stopped. Valentina’s hand tightened around mine. Sofia swallowed. “She was older than me. Maybe by a few years.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “I know.” “Then explain.” “She told me her name.” “What name?” Sofia hesitated. Then she said, “Amara.” Valentina’s eyes widened. “No.” Sofia shook her head. “Not your Amara.” She looked at me. “The original Amara.”

She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge. A week passed, and the first thing Magdalena did was go to the local library and ask for the records showing which books Sara had borrowed, if she had borrowed any at all. She had no idea where to begin her investigation, so she decided to trust her instincts and follow whatever lead came to her.

“How do you know what Valerie’s doing?” “Because I’m her link,” Sofia said, pressing her palm flat against the table. “She’s working from the outside. You’re her variable. She told me if you don’t cooperate, everything falls apart.” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “You expect me to trust a stranger who just walks into my place, tells me she’s gonna drug me, and claims Valerie sent her?” Sofia didn’t flinch. “You expect Valerie to risk her career, her life, and her license to cover you if you don’t play along?”