Saving Sophie: A Novel Novels & Stories

She no longer cared how long the time went by. The front door opened with a loud bang. Sophie didn’t bother lifting her head from her book—she already knew what would happen. Adrian would walk with hurried footsteps, scrambling to look for Sophie. Then he would start his speech, about how she misunderstood, or was dramatic, or making things into something they weren't. Sophie reached for her tea, making a bet with herself—of which scenario it would be.

Her father had been brutally murdered, and her sister locked away as mad by the very church that was meant to protect them. Sophie, now 35, had fled far from the shame that had befallen her family. She had sought refuge on an island ruled by pirates, taking up the life of a common whore at the Cutthroat’s Refuge. For six long years, she had sold her body for a few meager coins and the fleeting pleasure she needed to survive, her voluptuous figure – big, full breasts and a plump, round ass – drawing in eager customers by the dozens. But on this particular night, as Sophie lay sprawled across a filthy cot in the back room of the Refuge, a familiar face appeared in the doorway. It was Sir Guzma

A tiny cashmere sweater the one she'd bought the day after the positive test curls into ash as he approaches. "You knew," I said, voice flatter than the dead sea between them. He wordlessly offers the files. The flames turn her face into a chiaroscuro of grief as she reads Gabriel's notes. When she looks up, her eyes reflect the firelight like a wolf's. "Tell me you'll make it hurt." Damien watches the last scrap of maternity fabric disintegrate. "I'll make it last." **ONE YEAR EARLIER - BLACKSTONE WINTER BALL** The champagne flute sweats in Sophie's grip as Gabriel toasts her pregnancy.

The ocean-facing windows rattled as the helicopter’s downdraft battered the estate from above. Sophie was already at the cabinet. The reinforced doors were half open, the lock visibly damaged from my earlier attempt, and she was yanking a leather folio free with both hands. Her scarf was gone, hair loose around her shoulders, face flushed with exertion and fury. “Sophie,” I said. She froze for half a second. Then she smiled. “Always you,” she replied, without turning. “You really are predictable.” I closed the distance and grabbed her arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “It’s over.”

Sophie had always found Vanessa fascinating. At twenty years old, Sophie was a quiet girl who loved books, drawing, and spending time alone. She had long brown hair, soft green eyes, and a gentle way of speaking. Most people saw her as sweet and innocent. She liked that. It felt safe. But lately, something inside her had started to change, especially when her mother’s best friend came to visit.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

I didn't want to accept it; I didn't deserve something so genuine in my life, so pure! “I need you by my side to bring Conan back. Become my light again, Sophie... I love you!” I laid her in the river, splashing water on her delicate body. Furthermore, I submerged her body entirely in the river. Sophie opened her unusual eyes, widening as she realized she was underwater. She rose, coughing, while I helped her, patting her back. “Were you trying to finish the job?” She shouted, frustrated and frightened. I approached to touch her, causing her to quickly move away, crawling backward in fear. Her scent was the same as the first time I saw her: terror, fear, anger, and dread!

Αnd I wαs left sitting there‚ αlone αt the tαble‚ my untouched teα going cold‚ αnd my heαd spinning. Who the hell wαs Sophie?

Her eyes flicker to me and then she looks at me with pity and says, “Oh hon, I’m surprised you’re even up right now. You should go back to your room.” My eyebrows furrow and I ask, “Why would I do that?” Sophie’s eyes glance around the room and she grabs my arm and says, “Come with me.” She takes me off to an empty room and she says, “Look, I don’t know what happened yesterday, but trust me you want to keep your head low today.” “What’s going on, Sophie?” She huffs, “People are here to check you out. The rumor is that you tried to seduce Beta Kaden last night and when the Alpha caught you that you played the victim to gain the Alpha’s sympathy.”

Alexander “Why are you the one driving?” Sophie mumbled after a moment of silence. “Is that your way of saying thank you?” She swallowed hard. “Thank you.” “You're not much of a sub, are you?” She threw a glance at me; obviously surprised that I asked her that. The truth is, there's absolutely nothing I do not know about her. Sophie is a lover of bread; loves to play golf, and would have been a model if she hadn't become so engrossed in the corporate world.