Sonia Nevermind Novels & Stories

Like, who the hell falls down in slow motion and dares to go against the laws of gravity and acceleration? But not until that incident, not until Basil turned into a prince charming, a knight in shining armor, and saved me from the impending catastrophe. It was so unreal, so tacky, so cringe. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in infinity, in a timeless timeline. The wind didn't even help matters. A soft breeze began to blow, making his short hair to float beautifully, and even as he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered together with the breeze. And then, just then, I heard a song. It was a Celine Dion's song. A New Day. I had not heard the song in ages, not since highschool, but suddenly I

Lydia sat alone for a long minute, looking at the empty chair across from her. The change was clear now. It wasn't just a temporary mistake; it was an outside force pulling her son away from the family business when he needed to be untouchable. Whatever had his attention was already a problem. She picked up her phone from her purse, her fingers steady as she dialed her private assistant’s number. She didn't need confirmation. She only needed a name.

She breathed. She wanted to get better, to live... or maybe she was after Damien's money? Nothing made sense. My temples throbbed. A chill crept over my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio went dead quiet. The live comments blew up with warnings: [Sadie! Enya noticed you!] [Run, run! Doesn't matter what she is—just get out!] [Oh shit! Too late! Enya's opening the door! Sadie, turn around!]

“Haven’t you run into her, have you?” Sonia passed saliva difficultly. “No, I haven’t, I already told you.” She looked directly into his eyes. "That business is not small, she can earn as much money as she wants but of course it depends on how many men she’s willing to get in bed with," Donnovan smiled. Sonia couldn’t continue listening to him. He was such a stupid man not, just exactly as she had imagined Donnovan would be. "No matter how desperate she is, I do know she’s not going to do that.”

And then the video cut to black. --- Five Minutes to Midnight Sonia sat on her bed, staring at the frozen screen. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. It was about pulling the whole house of secrets down with her. The Cartel wanted silence. But what if she gave them something louder than a confession? What if she gave them a truth they couldn’t un-hear? Five minutes to midnight. The next match was hers to light.

Mina hugged her, as Grace gently rubbed her hand against Sonia's back. “You bitch, you betrayed us. How could you?" Sandra asked, forgetting we were surrounded. “Shut up and get ready for what's coming your damn way. I do not owe you an explanation, so get lost," Sonia said, giving Sandra a hot slap. I just hoped I wasn't next. "Nelly, you seem so silent; have you not always said I am useless? Why are you not using your intellect to get out of this?" she asked and I couldn't even respond.

She also doesn't look at me. Liam, magnificently oblivious, presses on. "Can I at least get your number? For the audition? Or honestly even just coffee, I-" "Liam." This time the tone of my voice seems to register. He subsides, approximately three percent chastened. Sonia turns away to sign something the assistant has put in front of her. Her hand is shaking. I steer Liam out of the shop. On the pavement he’s already mounting his appeal. "Tash, did you see her, she was practically begging me to cast her-"

But here stood Dylan, the very person she admired most, his eyes locked onto hers with that look that made her heart ache inside. "I… Sorry," Sonia said, her head bowing low. Her voice was small, and the fingers clenched about the fabric of her dress tightly. "I… My mouth was loose. I was just… happy that time." She hadn't been able to finish with much persuasion before her voice cracked looking at him through unshed tears. "I missed my friend. I missed what we used to have before Hampton became our whole world."

As my vision blurred, and I felt myself nearing death in the body I had sculpted, a sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the hall. "Cathy!" Sebastian's voice. He lifted me out of the sculpture, concern etched deep in every movement. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're leaving." … Meanwhile, Theo had just finished soothing Hannah, yet an unreasoning irritation gnawed at him. He felt his punishment had been sufficient and was about to have someone release me. Then one of his men rushed in, clutching several reports, face pale and urgent. "Mr. Bennett, the anonymous donor who gave you a kidney after you escaped the kidnappers… We compared the records with Ms. Catherine Wol

It is an anchor in the dark. Another day. The voice is female. Young. She argued with a doctor today. Her tone was steel wrapped in silk. She insisted they try a new treatment. For me. Who is she? The voice has a name. Antonio Castellano’s daughter. Victoria. A name with edges. It fits. They talk around me. About the alliance. About the marriage. They traded her. Like a parcel. Fury is a hot coal in my chest, but I cannot move, cannot speak. I am a ghost in my own body.