Sonia Nevermind Novels & Stories

We were both lost in our world when we heard someone cough and when I turned, it turned out to be the Lady who had followed them. My face went red seeing everybody’s eyes on us. I bite my lips and then try to push Adams away but he keeps on holding me. I saw the woman stand up and walk towards me then stretched out her hand, “Hello, Miss Merina. I am Sonia, the secretary of the Association of Music and Instruments. I watched the video of you playing the piano and I must say, you are very good, so I would love to ask for you to join the association, will you give us the honor?”

Before I could answer, she slid into the seat opposite me, her group hovering around like loyal disciples. “So,” she began, leaning in conspiratorially, “how was the party?” “It was... nice,” I said cautiously. “Professional. Logan introduced me to the clients; we talked about the collaboration, and—” Amy waved her hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, work stuff." Amy leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with unrestrained curiosity. “There’s a rumor going around that Mr. Sinclair left the party with a famous actress. You know, that type of rumor.” I blinked at her, choking on my coffee mid-sip. “Rumor?” I echoed, trying to buy myself a second to recover. “What rumor?”

Jenna suggested they go to an eSports lounge and game all night. Shawn hesitated for a moment. He looked down at his phone. Our chat window was still open. Our last interaction was that voice call. Jenna asked, “Shawn, don’t you want to call Samantha and check in? She might still be upset. Maybe you should apologize to her.” In irritation, Shawn turned off his screen and threw his phone onto the back seat. “Forget it.” They drove to the eSports hotel. When they were booking the room, Jenna cozily hooked her arm through Shawn’s.

Sonia had always been a social climber of the highest order, known for her sharp tongue and her desperate need for validation. Sonia’s eyes scanned the showroom and landed on Carrie. For a moment, she looked confused, her gaze flickering over Carrie’s casual attire. Then, a slow, malicious smile spread across her face. "Well, well, well," Sonia purred, walking toward Carrie with a practiced, predatory grace. "If it isn't Carrie Warner. I haven't seen you in years! What happened, Carrie? Did the Mack Group finally realize you were a 'bad investment'? Or are you just… between jobs?"

she laughed before adding, "Nemesis will definitely catch up with that good-for-nothing proud peacock!" Sonia staggered backward in shock and fell onto the toilet seat.

Later on, Ron and Addison, desperate for their daughter, sold their valuable old house just to pay for Theo's treatment. Reality didn't disappoint them. Theo recovered, and Bianca was close to giving birth. But a week later, something unexpected happened. A video of a pregnant woman being beaten in the street went viral online. She was covered in blood and curled up on the ground, clearly in agony. Not long after, clips from multiple angles started circulating everywhere. That pregnant woman was Bianca. I knew because I was there when it happened. That day, I had gone out to eat with a close friend. I never expected to run into Bianca and Theo at the restaurant.

"I heard she's Don Ferraro's fiancée. Yikes, what a mess." "Why pity her? They call her La Pazza for a reason. She went after Sofia—his stepsister. Big mistake." "Any girl near the Don ends up wrecked. Poor Sofia..." I cracked my eyes open. One nurse froze, then bolted. "Doctor! Ms. Carlson's awake!" Adriano stormed in seconds later, eyes cold as ice. Sofia clung to his arm, smug as hell. "This is so you, Cassie," he said. "Always a burden."

Like, who the hell falls down in slow motion and dares to go against the laws of gravity and acceleration? But not until that incident, not until Basil turned into a prince charming, a knight in shining armor, and saved me from the impending catastrophe. It was so unreal, so tacky, so cringe. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in infinity, in a timeless timeline. The wind didn't even help matters. A soft breeze began to blow, making his short hair to float beautifully, and even as he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered together with the breeze. And then, just then, I heard a song. It was a Celine Dion's song. A New Day. I had not heard the song in ages, not since highschool, but suddenly I

Lydia sat alone for a long minute, looking at the empty chair across from her. The change was clear now. It wasn't just a temporary mistake; it was an outside force pulling her son away from the family business when he needed to be untouchable. Whatever had his attention was already a problem. She picked up her phone from her purse, her fingers steady as she dialed her private assistant’s number. She didn't need confirmation. She only needed a name.

She breathed. She wanted to get better, to live... or maybe she was after Damien's money? Nothing made sense. My temples throbbed. A chill crept over my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio went dead quiet. The live comments blew up with warnings: [Sadie! Enya noticed you!] [Run, run! Doesn't matter what she is—just get out!] [Oh shit! Too late! Enya's opening the door! Sadie, turn around!]