Saving Sophie: A Novel Novels & Stories

” I began “Sophie , please . I’m relocating soon. We won’t see as much. I’ll miss you badly. I just need one night for both of us to have fun and make memories. “ she stated I sighed because she wasn’t lying. It’s been long we’ve actually had real fun. I’m always in the bakery shop, working. I honestly needed a break. “ Alright. Just one night doesn’t seem like a bad idea." I said with a grin She shrieked in delight and looped her arms with mine. “ You’ll have the best night of your life, I promise “ she said to me with the brightest smile , while I hoped she was right

He knew better than to argue when I got like this. “She wants attention,” he said. “And she’s dangerous when cornered. She’ll drag Noah into this if she has to.” A chill settled in my chest. Sophie had nothing left to lose—and that made her lethal. That night, after Noah had gone to sleep, I poured myself a glass of red wine and stared out the window. I thought of all the rooms I no longer entered—literal and metaphorical. The bedroom I once shared with Daniel. The clinic office where I first met Sophie. The past versions of myself I’d buried under scar tissue.

Notice: I'm so sorry for keeping my sweet readers waiting for the next chapter, please forgive me, I promise to update daily from now since I'm done with my exams. Please like, share, comment and add to favourite: it would encourage me to do amazing well. I love you all. Things Fall Apart. Sofia's Pov. The buzzing sound of the alarm clock close to the lamp woke me up harshly-7:00am. I blinked one eye, the other closed tightly, fighting the ray of sunlight threatening to make me blind.

He hums then presses the backs of his hands to the sides of my neck. Isla lunges and grabs Ryan’s wrist, yanking him back and snarling, “Don’t touch her. Your friend has already done enough. Fiona doesn’t need any more problems.” “Are you feeling sick?” Sophie’s soft voice makes all three of us look at her, and I nod. “Well, it’s a good thing I brought this book then. It’s the one I told you about, remember?” A book. The last time we talked, Sophie told me about a book she got from someone in her family. I don’t remember much about the book other than that it’s a Lycan book, but I do remember asking if I could look at it.

“You’re done.” “Maya, please.” Sophie’s looking past me now, appealing to the one person who’s always believed her. “You know me. You know I would never—” “I don’t know you at all.” Maya’s voice is hollow. “I thought I did. But the person I knew, my best friend, she would never do what you’ve done. She would never drug someone. Never frame them. Never manipulate me for months.” “I did it for you! Everything I did was to protect you from him!” Sophie’s crying now. Real tears. “He’s not good enough for you. He never was. I love you, Maya. I’ve always loved you. Can’t you see—”

“Wolves don’t always kill what they catch. Sometimes they keep. Sophie isn’t ordinary. She’s worth keeping.” The words sank into the silence like a stone in water, ripples spreading across each of us. Not comfort, not quite hope, but something heavy enough to cling to. My chest ached, though whether from bruised ribs or the possibility that Sophie still lived, I couldn’t tell. A cot creaked. Nina shifted, sitting up straighter. Her hand pressed against her stomach, almost unconsciously, and her voice was quiet but steady. “I can’t do this anymore.”

I'm about to stop him and ask him some questions but he stomps away. I get inside and find Sophie exactly where we left her. She's coughing heavily. "Sophie, are you okay?" "I'm... I'm fine," she stutters. "I feel better now." "Who is that doctor? He's not assigned to you. Who the hell is he?" Sophie is shocked I just asked her that. "I think... I think..." "Sophie! Say something!" "I think Tyrone sent one of his men to try and kill me." No! ^^^^

“Tomorrow.” I stared out the study window. A strange mixture of hope and frustration settled inside me. Because for the first time in weeks, we might actually be getting somewhere. And yet somehow, I had a feeling that finding Sofia was about to become much harder than either of us expected. End of Chapter 11

A ghost story written to keep her safe from the blood-soaked legacy of Valentine Veyra. My mind didn't just race; it violently imploded, pulling every memory, every conversation, every quiet night in this penthouse back to the surface with agonizing clarity. “What did she just call you?” The memory hit me with the force of a freight train. It was four weeks ago, before the world collapsed, when Sophie had burst into the penthouse late at night after Nathaniel’s first subpoena arrived. Sophie had taken one look at me, her eyes blazing with a protective fury that had baffled me at the time, and shouted at Melowie: “You don't owe this family a damn thing, Veyra!”

I was stunned by how awfully familiar that act was. Sofia does that exact same thing. It's been a long time since she left but I have not forgotten her habits and I have never met anyone who does that precisely the way she did it. The time intervals, and the way she sipped her wine were exact. Gina had ordered champagne. Sofia only pulled this off when she had champagne in her glass. “You really like that chocolate, don’t you?” I asked the one question I always said to her whenever she was picking her chocolate. She had never given me a different reply.