Sophia Aria Novels & Stories

I point to the screen. Aria takes the laptop and puts it back on the table before turning back to me, “Well, I, for one, love who you are, Jory Payne.” She positions herself over my lap, straddling me and hovering just over my hardening cock, “Let me show you just how much...” Her voice is seductive as she grabs my cock and points it at her entrance just before sliding all the way down. I bite my bottom lip and grab hold of her hips, “Mm, I would love nothing more than for you to do just that!”

Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room. For the first time in a long time, she actually noticed her own reflection. Her face... The scar was still there. That flaw. The ugliness that was always used as an excuse to insult him. "I'm innocent, Nathan! Why is everyone treating me like disgusting trash?" Ariana's voice was soft, almost drowned out by her own sobs. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching her reflection with trembling fingers. "My face is disgusting... no wonder they're disgusted with me.”

They then both walked into Sophia's room and after about thirty minutes of Sophia trying out different outfits, they both eventually settled for a black gown. Afterward, they had breakfast together but Aria couldn't help but think about Vaughn. She wondered if she overreacted and kept checking her phone to see if she would get a message or call from him. "Call him and talk to him if you really want to," Sophia muttered after noticing her sister barely touched her food and kept staring at her phone. "No, he should call and apologize," Aria replied. She then moved her phone away from her and concentrated on her food.

I’m this close to losing my mind from the constant case of blue balls I’ve had to get rid of under cold showers. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kids and I wouldn’t trade them for anything, even if it means I get to sleep less. My daughter, Sofia, is the prettiest baby I’ve ever seen, and I’m not being biased just because she’s mine. Her hair is as thick as mine; black and lustrous. Luis wasn’t left out. The children took my family’s hair gene, but facially, Sofia’s all Zara, and her brother has our combined features.

she whispers. "Who?" Lora’s voice sounds distant over the line, muffled by background noise on her end. "Aria. I saw her," Carolina repeats, raising her voice just enough to be clear. “What?” Lora sounds startled. “Where?” “In this hospital. Strutting around like she owns the place.” Carolina leans against the wall, her mouth tightening with disgust. “She’s attached herself to some older man now. Some sugar daddy, I’m sure. That girl has no shame. She never changes.”

Aria sits up, her eyes wide with excitement. “You would really let me use it?” she asks. “Of course.” I stand and send a quick mind link to one of the second years that serve me. Moments later, a young girl appears with a cordless phone and moves towards Aria. Aria’s eyes glisten as she takes it. “Thank you,” she says softly. “Not a problem, beautiful.” I force a grin, hiding the way her words affect me. Her words were so filled with gratitude it made me feel kind of embarrassed….what is happening?

That sugary voice was unmistakable. Aria turned, and there she was Sophia . Dressed to impress, as always, her lips painted with fake concern and her eyes calculating every detail. “Oh my God, it’s been ages!” Sophia said, pulling her into a light hug that felt colder than ice. “You look… tired. I mean, beautiful, but tired. Is everything okay?” Aria smiled faintly, the kind of smile that said I see through you, darling. “Everything’s perfectly fine, Sophia. Just shopping for Vivienne’s birthday.”

Sophie commented as Aria stared at herself in the mirror. She could not believe the elegant, sophisticated lady she was looking at. From the emerald green pencil gown to the pair of white stilettos and clutch, every part of her exuded elegance and mystery. She did not belong to the rich society but she looked like one. “You are going to take their breaths away by your beauty.” “Oh please.” Aria said, secretly rolling her eyes. “I am already nervous.” “Nervous? That is totally normal.” Sophie said, then she added, “Damien would be here in some minutes. Do you want to do some breathing exercises?”

Every muscle in her body screamed to run, to vanish, to claw free from the spotlight both Sofia and Rafael were throwing on her. But something inside her—something she didn’t recognize—held her still. She wasn’t going to let them talk about her like she was a thing. ⸻ “Then come and take me,” Aria said, her voice sharp enough to shock even herself. The silence that followed was deafening. Sofia’s brows shot up. Matteo swore under his breath. Luciano turned his head, his eyes burning into hers, torn between fury and disbelief. But Rafael? Rafael laughed. “Oh, I like her.”

Tatiana's best friend, Michela Costa, stepped forward from the group. She shoved me aside and shrieked sarcastically, "Aria, everyone knows you were broke in school. This is the VIP section! You clearly couldn't make it in life and turned into a stripper. Now that Tatiana and Cristian have caught you, you're pretending to be a patron? You'll say anything to save face, won't you?" She put on an expression of sudden realization. "Oh, I get it now! You must have found out from the manager that Cristian was coming, so you deliberately dressed like this to run into him and win him back, right?"