Sonia Lopez Souto Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"If you apologize to me, I'll spare your project. I know you nearly killed me, but the Southam project is your blood, sweat, and tears. I can't bring myself to take it from you, and I don't want Jon to choose between us." Sonia had finally come out with the truth. She had never dabbled in biotechnology, so why would she want the Southam project? It was more likely that she wanted to humiliate Eloise in a different, roundabout way. Jonathan's sharp gaze landed on Eloise. "Since Sonia has spoken, just do as she asks. Get on your knees and apologize to her, Eloise." "You want me to get on my knees?"

"Sorry you had to witness this… I'll excuse myself." With that, he led Princess Sophia away. After they left, Wendy leaned in, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Who was that woman? Felipe's ex?" Sharon nodded. "Her name is Sophia Lyle. She's a princess of Yuicuador—the same one I mentioned a few days ago who Victoria rescued." Wendy's jaw dropped. "No way… She's Felipe's ex?!" "Seems so," Sharon replied calmly.

He stared at me for so long I started to count in my head. “You are from the quarter district? Don’t tell anyone that at the party. We will need to make up a story. Also don’t tell anyone else that not here atleast.” He stood up as a plump woman entered the room. He smoothed his coat and a blush rose to his cheeks. “I’m sorry I interrupted.” The woman’s voice was soft. Her cantor told me she was from southern Rezzidel. “No you didn’t interrupt at all Cordelia.” Her name sounded like a purr coming from his mouth. She smiled at Miles. Then turned toward me.

They could tear each other apart or fall into bed for all she cared, as long as she could still breathe in this strange world of the Lorenzos. The table was set now, attendants moving gracefully as they began serving the meal. A space remained conspicuously empty, no chairs placed there. She ignored it. Maybe Theo wasn’t attending the dinner he’d hosted after all. She had enough to manage already. Sonia, for one, sitting across the table, impossibly poised. She looked like a porcelain doll, all straight brunette hair and long, slender limbs, the emerald silk of her dress catching the light every time she moved. “I’m sorry I’m late.” The voice cut clean through her internal storm.

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

He sighed impatiently, realising his vehicle had not moved an inch off the spot he had been minutes ago. “This is gonna be one hell of a Monday.” •• Sonia stared at the cotton candy vendor who displayed his duo skills by the roadside; dancing around whilst making the cotton candies. His crowd had the majority of mothers with their kids applauding him endlessly as he swirled around. Sonia smiles to herself, realising just how detached she was from the outside world.

“I don’t want charity.” “Good.” I handed him a card with a direct authorization code and no name. “Go to the labor office tomorrow. Give them this number. They’ll review your claim.” He studied the card, suspicion and hope warred across his face. “Who are you?” “Someone who dislikes paperwork being ignored,” I said, and walked on before he could ask more. Marcel caught up, his eyes wide in surprise. “That code goes directly to the administrative council.” “Yes,” I said. “They’ll be terrified, but they will know that I am on to them.”

He was the strongest of them all, the one who had the final word. “We will only answer two more questions from approved outlets,” Stephanie stepped in suddenly, speaking into her microphone without coming any closer to the podium. The frustration on their faces was obvious, along with their hunger for gossip, but one look at Lorenzo’s murderous expression told them it was two questions or nothing. “Patriarch Greco, can we confirm, then, that Mrs. Victoria Greco is officially the Luna of Diamond Fortress?” one of the assigned journalists asked. “You can confirm it. The official ceremony will be held soon and broadcast throughout the country. Victoria Greco will be named my official mate, and

It would be impossible to avoid media attention if word got out that she was living in his house and that his son was calling her "Mommy." "Thank you so much," she whispered gratefully. The manager smiled warmly and formally introduced himself. "I'm Jomari Tuazon, by the way. You can call me Manager Jomar." Sonia repeated his name shyly and introduced herself as Sonia Salazar, using her maiden name rather than her married name. "That sounds so nice," Jomar said with exaggerated wistfulness, holding his cheek and pouting playfully. "It's such a shame I couldn't recruit you back then. I would have loved to have you call me 'Manager' all the time."