Novels by SOFIA BLISS

Mira sat alone in the velvet booth, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. The music pulsed softly through the bar, but it couldn’t quiet the noise in her chest. Laughter rose and fell around her—easy, careless laughter from people who belonged here. People who wore confidence like perfume. She didn’t. She shifted uncomfortably, smoothing the blue dress Tina had forced her into. It felt strange on her body, like it belonged to someone braver. Someone bolder. Tina her stepsister has just left her to be with her friends. Her eyes lifted without permission trying to find her sister when she came across, And then she saw him. Derick Lingard. De.King. He sat in the VIP section like the world had been built around him one arm resting lazily on the leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, smoke curling slowly from between his fingers. The lights above caught the sharp line of his jaw, the cold blue of his eyes. He wasn’t smiling. Yet the space around him

The unlimited edition Bentley cars stopped slowly in front of a tall building of glass and light. The Cluster Hotel.It rose high against the New City skyline, its golden letters glowing like fire. Inside, crystal chandeliers lit the Foyer, the marble floor shining like water. Guards in black suits stood by every door. This was not a place for ordinary people. Only the richest could afford to breathe here.Derick stepped out of his car. At once, voices lowered. Some bowed. Some whispered. His name ran through the air like electricity.“De.King…”He didn’t look at them. His bodyguards pushed the crowd aside as he walked into the hotel bar. The scent of wine and expensive perfume hung thick in the air. Politicians, CEOs, and socialites filled the lounge, their laughter sharp.Derick ignored them all. He dropped into a leather chair in the VIP section, lit another cigarette, and waved at the bartender. “Whiskey.”Lisa was there again, sliding into the seat beside him like she belon

Morning crept into the house quietly, as if it were afraid to be noticed. Mira woke before the alarm, her body already trained and use to rise early. The thin curtains barely blocked the pale sunlight, and the air in her small room felt cold against her skin. She lay still for a moment, staring at the cracked ceiling, counting the lines, pretending she was somewhere else. Somewhere far away. Somewhere she belonged. Then the truth settled back on her chest. She pushed herself up slowly. Her room was small and almost forgotten by the rest of the house. A narrow bed with a faded blanket. A wooden table with one uneven leg. A tiny mirror with a crack running through it, splitting her reflection in two. Behind the door, carefully hidden where no one could see, was her most treasured possession. De.King’s poster. Her lips softened as her eyes traced his face. Sharp jawline. Calm, unreadable eyes. A smile that belonged to another world. “Good morning,” she whispered softly. She rea

On stage stood Derick Lingard, popularly known as De.King—the billionaire celebrity singer and heir of the Lingard family, the most powerful and wealthiest family in all of New City. His name alone carried weight. De.King had the widest fan base in the music industry, both in New City and across the world. His voice was said to melt one's hearts, to heal wounds, to make people fall in love with someone they would never touch. Tonight was the De.King Arena Concert. Thousands of fans packed inside the massive arena, while those who couldn’t get tickets gathered outside, screaming his name as his image appeared on giant projectors. The crowd was already losing control. Lights flashed wildly across the arena. Cameras were perfectly set. Security stood alert at every corner. And then when he finally came into view—the noise exploded. “De.King! De.King! De.King!” The sound was thunder. At the center of the stage, Derick stood tall, sweat glistening on his skin beneath the blindi

The sound of a car engine rolled into the driveway. Mira peeked through the curtain in her room and her stomach tightened.John.Even from upstairs she could see the shining of his black car, spotless like it had just left the showroom. The door opened, and there he was tall, broad shoulders, his hair combed neatly. He wore a clean white shirt, tucked in, the sleeves rolled at his elbows. He carried himself like someone who belonged to money.Mira stepped back quickly, her heart racing. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want him to see her. But downstairs, she already heard Tina’s voice, high and sweet.“John Johnny! What a surprise!”Her stepsister’s laughter floated through the house, followed by the click of her heels as she ran to the door. Mira pressed her lips together. Tina never missed a chance when John came around.She forced herself to walk downstairs slowly, hoping to escape notice. But Rosey’s sharp eyes caught her immediately.“There you are,” Rosey said, her s

Mira Mira....." Rosey voice tore through the house loud like a thunder. Mira froze at the kitchen sink, her hands deep in soapy water. she quickly turn off the TV in the kitchen, she didn’t even have time to answer before Rosey’s her wicked stepmother heels clicked hard against the tiled floor sharp and fast. “Are you so deaf Mira that you can't hear me calling your name?” Rosey her wicked stepmother barked, stepping into the kitchen with a glass cup in her hand. how many times did I call your name, "Rosey said, staring at her with a scaring look on her face. Mirabelle was stunned unable to answer she stammer, "am...am... sorry ma she said." she was previously lost in thought and watching De.king concert on TV her favorite celebrity crush she have been in love with him since the very first day she listen to his music. She even wish that one day she could meet with him and tell him how much of a huge fans she was. Rosey voice snapped her out of her thought to reality.