Hello Ex Novel John And Sophia Novels & Stories

Evelyn wrapped both hands around her coffee mug and kept her eyes on the table. “Who is she Theo.” Sophie’s voice broke through the glass sharp and unmistakable. “Tell me the truth. Who is she to you.” Theo said something. Sophie shook her head hard and stepped closer. “Who. Is. She.” “She’s my ex,” Theo said. The glass did nothing to muffle it. Sophie’s chest heaved. Her eyes filled fast and she blinked furiously against it and her jaw trembled before she clamped it shut and squared herself directly in front of him.

I forced my eyes shut and turned to the opposite side of the bed, but the alluring scent of her shampoo made it almost impossible to get a wink of sleep. Her presence was so magnetic that it felt like I was slowly being sucked into a black hole. She wasn't the kind of woman I found attractive but still, something about her was unwittingly intoxicating. As if sensing my unease, she cleared her throat and said softly, “I'm Sophia.” I blinked erratically, my brain trying to muster a believable fake name. “Clinton,” I replied hoarsely. “What brings you to Greece?” She asked. I could feel the duvet move slightly from her end.

My dress rumpled and my carefully curled hair falling loose around my face. “Selena?” I called, half hoping, half dreading an answer, unsure which outcome I actually wanted more. Nothing. I let out a breath and shut my eyes for a moment, allowing the guilty wave of relief wash over me. Just to be absolutely sure, I called her name again into the silence, still no response. Behind me, I heard the sofa creak. “Sophia,” Brian slurred, his voice dropping into a thick, low murmur, his eyes barely open.

CHAPTER 12 SOFIA Sophia stood in the kitchen with her parents, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filling the air. Her mom was expertly flipping pancakes, while her dad was setting the table. Sophia smiled as she cracked eggs into the skillet, feeling grateful for these quiet morning moments with her family. The warmth and love in the kitchen was palpable, and Sophia felt at peace. As she watched her parents work together, she couldn't help but think about her own relationships and the people who brought joy to her life. Little did she know, her thoughts would soon drift to Ethan and the complicated feelings she had for him.

She entered her favorite online novel app, her fingers moving nimbly searching for a title by the author who could always dive into the depths of her heart: **Lady-Noir**. Aurora gave a bitter smile as she began reading the latest chapter. The main character in the novel—a woman trapped in a complicated whirlpool of fate—always felt like a reflection of herself. Someone who had to keep pretending to be whole even though her soul was cracked everywhere. She drowned herself in those lines of words, trying to forget her reality for a moment. "Rory?" The voice broke Aurora’s concentration. She looked up quickly, her eyes widening in shock. A woman with short brown hair in stylish office attire s

Stepping away from the crowd, we stand by the flower fence that allows us a view of everyone. “Does she like him?” El asks. Sophia wastes no time to say, “She hates his guts.” The smile growing on El’s lips fades. “She hates rich people. She hates everyone.” “Rich people, huh?” Sophia shrugs. “Everyone on planet earth but me.” Laughing, El slides an arm around my waist. I am not sure Joy will be worth the fight. Joshua is better off with a more willing person. Yeah, Joy is great at her job but beyond that, I know nothing about her.

” The old one loved too easily. Sophia smiled but she didn't argue. The first case was simple.Nothing too demanding just a contract dispute.This was her world This used to be her life.She suddenly remembered not Damien. Not his house.Not his expectations.

“Healing doesn’t run on a clock. And this isn’t about forgetting Liam, or rewriting the past. This is about you, now. Letting yourself live.” Sophia nodded slowly. “I think I’m falling.” Clara grinned. “Falling… or flying?” Sophia let out a laugh. “A strange little mix of both.” Clara raised her glass. “To new stories.” Sophia clinked hers with a soft smile. “To ones that don’t begin with heartbreak.” That night, as the world fell quiet and the stars blinked above like watchful eyes, Sophia opened her journal. She let her pen move freely:

Sophy winced in pain when his sharp canines sank into her soft flesh, she held on to his shirt so tightly until the knuckles turned white. However, the pain faded away in no time when John became to lick on it soothingly. The pain turned into pleasure that made Sophia moan. "I want you, Sophia," John said in a dangerously low voice, resting his forehead on Sophia's as he breathed heavily. "I want you too. I can't hold back anymore now that you finally claimed me."She admitted, her voice nervous. It was their first time to mate. John was so happy to know that his mate wanted him just the same way he wanted her.

She started waiting patiently for his reply. The library smelled of old paper and flickering dust—more like a reliquary than a place of study. Light filtered through the tall windows in long, golden shafts that bent gently across the room’s quiet. She scrolled through a few reels on her phone and noticed Blake’s new TikTok had already hit 60K views in just two hours. She sighed and kept scrolling, then started reading the comments—strange ones, at least to Elowen: “omg marry me!!!!”