Sophia Aria Novels & Stories

Miss Aria was ensconced in her throat—a high-backed rocking chair that rhythmically creaked against the hardwood like a ticking clock. At seventy, she was as sharp as the knitting needles currently clicking away at a bright blush-pink sweater. Her glasses were perched on the edge of her delicate nose, making her look like a particularly scholarly owl. I stepped onto the porch and gave a quick knock. “Sophia, dear, come in before you catch a draft,” Aria called out, and I entered. “There’s my girl,” She set the needles aside and opened her arms. I crossed the room and pressed a kiss to her soft, parchment-paper cheek.

What did that mean for them, for their future, and for everything they had fought to build together? Ryan stepped closer, his voice quiet and meant only for her. “What happens now?” Aria looked at him first, then at the kings, then across the crowd, and finally toward the wider world that had feared and hunted her for so long. Her answer came with profound calm. “No more running.” She paused, then delivered the final declaration of her rebirth. It marked the end of the old Aria and the beginning of the Sovereign.

he said, his voice low but absolute. “Hehe, did you hear that, Liana?” Aria declared smugly, shooting her a look that screamed I’m the favorite here. “Your little scheme to drive us apart? It failed. Miserably.” Liana looked two seconds away from exploding. “Aria, how could you think I’d do something so awful?” she cried. “I was just telling the truth! Wahh…” Tears welled in Liana’s eyes as she subtly pinched her own thigh to force them out—an Oscar-worthy performance. Her words were gentle, but the implication was clear: Aria was manipulative, and she was the innocent victim.

Sophia occupied the bed, propped against pillows with an IV line trailing from her arm to a nearby stand, appearing washed out but composed while her mother sat close by leafing through a magazine. She looked up as we stepped in, registering mild curiosity when her eyes settled on me lingering tense behind Damien. "Aria, you're here too?" she remarked casually, folding the magazine shut with a faint smile, as if our arrival was simply an unexpected but pleasant drop-in. Damien moved forward without hesitation, his voice calm and to the point. "Aria filed for divorce because she thinks I'm cheating on her with you. So please, Soph tell her the truth now." Sophia's eyebrows lifted slightly, he

Aria is sitting with her hands folded in her lap, there is a sadness in the way she drops her head lowering her gaze to the floor. “Aria, do you have any idea how those men knew where you were?” I ask her and she shakes her head. “I do not know” she says. I know what I have to do next, and she is going to hate me for it. I signal my most trusted man Big Lou into the room. “Aria, we need to scan you for a tracking device” I say. “No, I do not have a tracking device on me. Stefano, this is ridiculous” she says jumping up from the chair.

Sophia moved towards her and placed a hand on her head using her hand to caresse her long hair. "I am sorry Aria I am doing this for your own good" she mumble and walk out of her room leaving her to take her rest as she use her devout to cover her body. *Aria POV* I saw myself in another different world a place I can't understand a place I never been before it filed with tall tress, green grasses and flowers but this pace doesn't seem beautiful and peaceful as it looks I was been chased by hefty and wild wolves they numerous in number they should be above 10.

she recited the exact sentence he said before. "Yes. Yet I'm telling you I'm not being unfaithful…" Ara's ears are closed for his excuses. Her eyes went to the woman who's raising an eyebrow at her. Arms against her full chest. Her tears stopped. She brushed the remaining tears. It was completely astonishing how her crying face transfigured to a serious expression. No trace of pain. Everyone one in the room saw and felt the heavy atmosphere. A picture of a huge wolf and a lioness in a staring contest.

Aria’s PoV: Seven years changes everything. Seven years ago I was a girl on a train with three months of savings and a borrowed flat and a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. I had no medical degree. No credentials. No name worth anything in any room that mattered. I had a child growing inside me and a fury I had not yet learned to refine into something useful. Fury, I discovered, is extraordinary fuel. My name — my real name, the one that means something now — is Dr. Aria Vale.

“They’re waiting for us to fight.” Lucien understood. “Then we don’t.” The eyes became silent. For several seconds nothing happened. Then one eye closed. Another. Then another. The entire sky slowly became dark. The First Audience Member One figure descended from the darkness. Unlike the others it had a body. A woman. Long silver hair. Black dress. Eyes like stars. She landed gently before Sophia. “My name is Aria.” Sophia remained cautious. “What do you want?” Aria smiled. “To speak.”