Sofia Franklin Nude Novels & Stories

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

Sofia thought she had it all, the man of her dreams became her husband and she was going to start her own perfect little family with him. The illusion shattered when he shot her on the yacht and threw her in the ocean to die during their honeymoon. By chance, she survived and went to an old acquaintance, Dion Agavos to help her took revenge on her husband. "I will help you, but under one condition. You must be my wife."

I swallowed hard as my shaky hands flipped through the contract, my heart thumping hard in my chest. He nonchalantly pressed his gun against my father's temple as he watched me, his voice low and threatening… “If you sign this, you belong to me—body, mind, and soul. I’ll take you whenever I want, however I want. In return, your father lives.” *** Sofia’s world shatters the night she crosses paths with Luca Moretti—the ruthless heir to Italy’s most powerful mafia syndicate. It was a reckless night, a one-night stand that should never have happened. And now, he refuses to let her go. Luca set his eyes on Sofia, and he was going to get her at all costs. When her father is taken hostage, Luca gives her an impossible choice: sign a contract to become his plaything, or watch her father die. He claims her. Possesses her. Breaks her. Yet each touch ignites a fire she can’t resist. How long can she survive under Luca’s ruthless obsession? Will she escape the chains of his desire—or will she fall deeper into his arms, going against everything she stood for?

BLURB My Joy knew no bounds until I heard the heart shattering words that piece through my bone marrow, my skin tore apart and I sucked myself in like a snail in its shell. “Sofia, I know you love me but the heart belongs where it belongs. I can no longer be with you Sofia because the heart belongs to the woman that is pregnant for me and she is also carrying my heir. I love her way more than the way I love you” What kind of rejection can be worse as that? I knew the moment the wolves looked at me and the next step was to stay away. I ran into the hands of the man that kicked up my ignition and taught my hands to war, but it was left for me to know if it was something to embrace or retard. Lycan Adam claimed that I was his and he wouldn't share me with anyone and he proposed that he had found something he lost a long time ago even if he doesn't know exactly. Will Lucas be worth my stand when the time comes? I'll I still love him even after the rejection or be with the man who taught me to be a great warrior? What will be my future if I later settle with the one the moon goddess hasn't mated me with me? What’s my secret?

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”

She gave him her kidney. He betrayed her. Nadine thought she was Christain ’s devoted wife until she learned the ugly truth: she was nothing more than his hidden concubine. Now discarded for his glamorous wife, Sofia , Nadine refuses to disappear quietly. Teaming up with Zain, Christain ’s ruthless, estranged brother, she signs a contract marriage to bring them both down. But revenge has a dangerous heartbeat… and Nadine never expected to fall for the man who was supposed to be her partner in vengeance.

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?

When Sofia Belluci's sister disappears before an arranged marriage, she is forced to marry a cold billionaire in her place. The marriage is cold and loveless yet she remains, holding a spot she was never meant to take and a secret that she is never to reveal. After a tragic accident erases her memories, she awakens to a husband she doesn't remember. Roman Falcon, her husband who once pushed her away is given one last chance to win her heart. Would he succeed or would secrets between them tear them apart?

My mom often makes an example out of someone when it comes to parenting. Unfortunately, I'm that someone, while my little brother, Raymond Nelson, benefits from it. Ever since I was four years old, my mom had been using this method. If Raymond breaks a bowl, I'm the one kneeling on the floor to pick up the pieces. If Raymond destroys something belonging to someone else, I'm the one writing the reflection report on his behalf. Mom tells me, "You're the older sister here. Since you can't keep your brother in line, you're the one at fault." But Raymond can never get rid of his bad habit of stealing and lying. When Franklin Harris, the owner of a grocery store, comes knocking on our door, Raymond points at me once again. "She was the one who stole your money!" In order to help Raymond get rid of this problematic habit of his, Mom decides to hand me over to the owner. "Sorry, Franklin. It's my fault for not raising my child well. I'll give my daughter to you. You can do whatever you want to her, be it scolding her or beating her up." Little does she know that I will never go home after Mr. Harris takes me away.