Sofia Valdez Novels & Stories

Holly said, “you can get your slutty mouth over here and get me off.” Valerie stared at the woman for a moment. She had never gone down on another woman before. Had never even thought about it, if she were honest with herself. Yet, here she was being ordered to do it. She didn’t know if this was part of her punishment, her humiliation, or if Holly genuinely wanted it. Valerie had never heard the other woman say anything about being into women, so the fact she wanted Valerie to go down on her surprised her.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

I asked, glaring at her. “Alex…” I dug the knife inside her knee, and seeing her body jerk up, she screamed. “We worked with Esteban” she said, not waiting for me to pull the blade out “he promised Viktor a place as Alpha after him. Esteban has no child, f-fuck, Alexei please take the fucking thing out” Her body shook as I rolled the knife inside her knee, making sure it was broken. It would be a reminder of what I am still going to do if she chooses to be stubborn.

Just as she was wallowing in sadness, Maximo Santino suddenly turn to her. " Do you have any show in Russia this week? " Giovanna who's a renown model grin happily. " Of course, twice. Modelling for a new project for my company. What's the deal? " She asked eagerly. " Well,I will let you know after iris manage to get into konstantin's lair and settled down without a complain. You will play a big part too in this Giovanna so be prepared " The beautiful model had to gulped down nervously before nodding in agreement.

Or is it both? “It doesn’t matter, Valeria, we are not who we used to be. If he takes us forcefully, we won’t allow him to treat us like he did,” Sofia said. She is absolutely right. I am not like I was before. I definitely won’t let him ridicule me like he did or put his hand on me. He is going to regret ever wanting me back, and he will be the one to take me back to where I belong. Please follow me on my So(!@ls; My Fa*****k page at my pen name!

Frowning, she padded to the door and opened it — only to find a tall, stunning woman standing there, all perfect blonde waves and a body poured into designer jeans. "Hi," the woman said with a megawatt smile. "I'm Sofia." Valeria blinked. "Uh, hi?" Sofia laughed lightly, tossing her hair. "You must be Valeria. Alejandro told me about you." Told her what, exactly? Sofia breezed past her into the living room like she owned the place. Valeria closed the door slowly, her mind racing. She barely had time to catch up before Sofia turned to her with a conspiratorial wink.

She finally pulled herself up on her elbows, shaking, panting, her hair a matted mess down her back. Her voice came out hoarse. But it cut through the air like a blade. “Who the fuck are you girls?” Valentina didn’t answer at first. She was too busy reapplying her lipstick in the mirror, still smudged from riding Isadora’s face like a throne. Her dress rode high. Her thighs were bare. Her inner thigh still shimmered with slick that wasn’t hers. Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, eyes unblinking. Her fingers glided up her own thigh lazily, like she got off just watching Isadora unravel.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Eli's head turned first, and then Calla’s. It was Valentina. She looked sharp, as always. Dressed in black, with bold red lips, and her hair pulled back neatly. Her eyes landed on Calla almost right away, and that small, cold smile followed. “Sorry I’m late,” Valentina said, her tone smooth. “I didn’t know we were having guests tonight.” "Ugh, this bitch,” Sofia cursed under her breath, low enough that only Calla heard, but Rico didn't miss it. Rico passed his sister a glance and she forced a quick smile and rolled her eyes.

"Tell me what you really think about the Cruz boy." Alejandro sat in the dim light of the Vargas Grand Casino executive suite, his eyes fixed on the digital dossier of Sofia Ramirez. She was twenty-two when the desert claimed her. A overdose, the report said. Tragic. Common. But the deeper he dug into the data, the more the narrative fractured. Sofia had been a ghost in the system, a foster kid with no paper trail until she hit the city—and she had listed Victor Cruz as her sole emergency contact.