Novel & Cerita Saving Sophie: A Novel

Sophie stayed on the floor, her shoulders shaking as she kept her face buried in her hands. The room was completely quiet except for the low, rhythmic click of the laptop fan cooling the processor. I stood by the desk, my fingers resting on the plastic casing of the flash drive hidden inside my sneaker. "Get up, Sophie," I said, my voice flat. "He’s driving from downtown. That gives us ten minutes, maybe less if the traffic is light." Sophie lifted her headSophie stayed on the floor, her shoulders shaking as she kept her face buried in her hands.

I found Sophie in the small café she always claimed was “off the grid.” The smell of coffee was sharp, bitter, and somehow familiar. She was sitting at a corner table, scrolling through her phone, her expression carefully neutral. When she saw me, it didn’t change. Not a flicker of warmth, not a flicker of recognition beyond the polite acknowledgment of kinship. I walked in anyway. My hands were cold, my heart beating loud enough to echo in my skull. But I didn’t falter. I’d spent three years trembling and crying over something I barely understood, and now I was standing in front of the person who had helped keep the lie alive.

She dreamt of many things from the past. Foolishness from a previous life. The days in the Croyso household, sharing what felt like a mother-daughter bond with her stepmother. Hans’s sweet lies after she married with him—and her naïve, wholehearted trust in him… Until the age of twenty, when she was pushed into the lake by Selena and drowned. Scene after fragmented scene played in her dreams, dragging her back into that absurd and tragic former life. Suddenly, the scene shifted—Sophie’s face appeared, smiling, seemingly gentle and caring but with malice hidden beneath, feeding her spoon after spoon of thick, dark medicine. In a soft voice, she said,

Chris rephrased his words while he stood up, without sparing me a glance he walked out while I tried to reassure myself that this was nothing more than a prank that Chris would come back for me. I had no idea how long I waited but I hoped Chris would come and say this was all a joke. He was my world, how could I possibly live without him. I felt my legs and hands started to shake while tears clouded my vision, my head started to feel really heavy and I wished I could fall quickly into the peace that I had started to see. “Sophie” I faintly heard the voice of someone I recognized to be Madam Ella, while her soft firm hands wrapped around my shoulder “Stay with me Sophie” Was the last thing I

She felt the weight of the books,the history she had been reading and the future she was being asked to write. "But I'm not prepared," Anna whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm just a student here. I'm just recovering." Sophie held out her hand, her palm calloused from years of holding a blade and a pack together. Her golden eyes were no longer just the eyes of a wolf; they were the eyes of a mother who would tear the heavens down to save her cubs. "You will be," Sophie promised. Anna looked at the hand, then back at the silent library. She felt the first stirrings of the "Concentration" waking up in her chest,not the peaceful resonance of the books, but the violent, protective fire of the M

No real family, not anymore, not after what I'd learned today. The Bennetts had never loved me. They'd only kept me around because Sophie needed my bone marrow. And now that she didn't need it anymore, I was nothing to them. Less than nothing. Sophie had drugged me and set me up to be assaulted. She'd used me as a pawn in her twisted game to trap Dylan. And when it backfired, when I ended up in his bed instead of her, she'd spent the last three months plotting to take him back.

Never protected the fragile parts of her she trusted me with. “She’ll forgive you someday,” Sophie said softly behind me. A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t think she should.” Silence followed. Then Sophie stepped closer carefully. “People do terrible things when they’re afraid.” I looked down at the fabrics scattered around us. “She was pregnant,” I said quietly. “And I still chased her.” Sophie’s face fell instantly. The shame nearly suffocated me. “I remember her crying,” I continued roughly. “Begging me to stop.”

Jamie asked. "Because he never stopped looking. Never stopped obsessing. He showed up at my apartment with photos of my family. My little sister. My parents." Sophie's voice broke. "He said if I didn't help him, they'd disappear. One by one. Until I had no one left." "Help him do what?" Torres demanded. "Set up the women. The ones who disappeared." Sophie lowered the gun slightly. "He'd pick them. Girls who looked like Lilith. Girls who rejected him. And I'd befriend them. Gain their trust. Lead them somewhere isolated where Chen could grab them."

“I mean, do you two have enemies? Maybe rivals in business? Someone bitter or desperate enough to cause harm?” Karina’s posture stiffened slightly, her gaze narrowing. “Why this question?” Sophie stepped closer, voice firmer now. “Because I’ve been thinking… the accident that happened…it didn’t feel like an accident.” Karina’s face lost a bit of color. “What?” “I think it was planned,” Sophie said quietly but clearly. “I think someone wanted it to happen.” Karina blinked, stunned. “Mother,” Sophie continued, her voice trembling just slightly, “someone wanted to hurt you. Someone maybe wanted you both… dead.”

Jim thrust the bar into her hand. Palming the soap, she peered out the shattered window at the eighteen-wheeler idling below. The target was plenty big. As the lights prepared to change, Sophie took a deep breath and lobbed the bar of soap out into the night. The soap plummeted downward the truck, landing on the edge of the trap, and sliding downward into the cargo bay just as the traffic light turned green. "Congratulations," Sophie said, dragging him toward the door. "You just escaped from the Louvre."