Sophia Aria Novels & Stories

she said, her voice soft, trembling and desperate. Something in me snapped. My wolf surged, sickened. In an instant, I shoved her away, "You're not Aria." My voice was gravel, fractured at the edges. "Who are you..." Her scent hit me with full-force then. It was Sophia. She tried again anyway. "Nathan, I am Aria. I've come back to you." "Sophia." Her name came out in a low growl, and the temperature dropped. Frost crept along my veins. Even drunk, even broken, I could recognize the ache in my bones that belonged to one woman only.

I turned to Aria who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but here. “How do you do, Miss Aria?” I asked her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible even if I too was still a bit uncomfortable. I stretched my hand out to her. “No, no, just Aria, Princess Sophia. Just call me Aria.” She released a nervous laugh as she took my hand and shook it. They were just as sweaty as mine. ***

Aria said, Now she sounded like begging. She couldn't hold it longer. When Theodore's dick was right before pussy but he didn't enter. "Say I love you, Theo.." Theodore demanded. Aria stared at his face. "I love you, Theo.." She whispered moaning. She was at the peak of her orgasm. "Say fuck me everyday, Theo.." He said. Aria was in such a state that she could say anything that Theodore wanted, she would do anything he demanded. "Fuck me everyday, Theo.." She repeated.

Aria hardly recognized the woman staring back at her when she looked in the mirror. She looked... elegant. Sophisticated. Like someone who belonged in Leon's world. "Let me see!" Sophia called from outside. Aria stepped out. Sophia's eyes went wide. "Oh. Oh wow." She circled Aria slowly. "That's the one. That's your gala dress." "It's too much." "It's perfect." Sophia met her eyes in the mirror.

“Some of them. Quietly.” “Yes,” Aria repeated. “Does that hurt,” Sofia asked. Aria considered the question honestly. “Not the way it would have before.” Sofia frowned. “Why.” “Because I am not trying to be understood anymore,” Aria said. “Only honest.” Sofia studied her face. “You changed.” “So did you,” Aria replied. Sofia looked down at her hands. “I do not know who I am without fear telling me what matters.”

“You sure you’re talking about me? Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one begging for his attention.” Sophia’s hand twitched at her side like she was debating whether to slap me. And honestly? I almost wanted her to. It would at least make things more interesting. “You’re such a shameless person , Aria,” she finally said, voice low and full of venom. I leaned in slightly, dropping my voice to match hers. “And you’re just now realizing that?” Her lips curled in disgust, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to scream. But then, just as quickly, she smoothed her expression, straightening her shoulders. Composed. Perfect. The future Luna.

"So?" Kiran stared confused at him. "S-so…an Aria is supposed to sing, right?" she asked. "The Aria's song will push the Darkness away. Doesn't that mean I have to sing? I don't know how to sing. I mean I can't carry a tune! I'll probably be able to learn if someone teaches me but-" Diel smirked. "Sing, huh?" he began. "Nope. You won't be getting any singing classes."

“You’re better.” My knees threaten to buckle. My body screams to close the gap, to taste him, to surrender. “Logan,” I whisper, warning and plea tangled in my voice. “Yeah?” His mouth hovers just above mine, not kissing, not breaking. Just torment. I tremble, torn between shoving him away and dragging him closer. My lips part. And just when I think I might actually give in— “Aria!” Sophia’s voice cuts sharp through the night, playful and accusing. “Are you two about to christen the roses?”

Aria was so fed up with this ridiculous circus. She set her napkin down, leaning back in her chair as her calm, icy gaze slowly swept over the dramatic group standing before her. "Julian, my dear mate..." Aria began, her tone laced with razor-sharp mockery. "Your arm is still wrapped firmly around Kierra's waist. Did you forget that? Or are you just so used to holding your mistress while interrogating me for something I didn't even do?" A woman sitting at the table nearest to them stopped chewing, her eyes darting straight to Julian.

It was extricating to let go, surrendering to the moment. I found myself engaged in conversations, flirting effortlessly. Laughter filled the air as we shared stories and exchanged playful banter. The women around me seemed to have a magnetic pull, their presence intoxicating. Each interaction was a temporary escape, a momentary reprieve from the burdens I carried. The best part was that no one recognized me as Salvatore Moretti, but as just Salvatore.